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It began within the roaring-hot core of a slowly dying star. As the celestial drew its last breath, the one who was many emerged from the final and most spellbinding show of light the incandescent behemoth would ever put on. Ghidorah had seven crowned heads in all, and its scales shone brilliant gold. It liberally fired the weapon of the gods from its many mouths, and had a truly majestic wingspan which could make all but the sturdiest of minds bend to his every whim. For ages and ages, it did not know what it was.
Over time, the lustrous beast pieced itself together.
The first head knew that it alone was above all. The only being who could, nay, who was worthy to, make its mark on the expansive universe.
The second head knew that all of existence was filthy, and should be subjected to its righteous fury.
The third head knew that it reveled in the suffering which the immense power it had wielded like a cudgel since its birth allowed it to invoke, though it would mask this under simple epistemological curiosity.
The fourth head knew of the spoils which the vast world in which they lived held, and grew disgusted that any but it should be allowed to hold them.
The fifth head knew of the fourth's desire, and wished to claim those treasures for its own.
The sixth head knew of other beings whose incessant rabble would surely deprive it of rest. Only with them all extinguished could it know true slumber.
The seventh head knew that it was the most pitiful of all of the heads, and channeled its envy into destroying all which occupied a lower rung on the ladder than itself.
All seven heads finally came to an agreement for the first time in their existence. The immense strength which they had wasted until now must be utilised, exerted upon an unwitting cosmos.
After many eons of omnicide, the seven who called themselves Ghidorah had amassed the greatest hoard which the universe had ever known. Their riches spanned across an entire system of planets, the debris running miles deep in places. Elsewhere it had been piled ever higher, into great mountains of shimmering waste. And yet still they sat alone and unfulfilled in the quiet and dark void. The first head grew more delusional. The second's rancor burned ever hotter. The third's curiosity could not be quenched. The fourth guarded what was its ever closer. The fifth hungered. The sixth grew weary. And the seventh still boiled in its own wretched inferiority.
The other six heads soon grew tired of number four. It considered itself superior, yet had none of the first head's charisma. It was full of rage, yet had none of the second head's ferocity. It was not cunning like the third, but still plotted against the rest. It was as rapacious as the fifth, but was unwilling to indulge itself in what it had won. It was loud, and irritated the sixth. The seventh was not considered.
The fourth was torn asunder, atop one of the millions of piles of possessions which it had in life guarded so obnoxiously, and left alone to sit amongst the various treasures which it had treasured so dearly, as a centerpiece of sorts. And then there were six.
Milennia went by, before a moment of anger. In its misplaced and violent rage, the second head targeted the most sluggish and unaware of the heads. The sixth was wrenched from its place amongst its kin, and was swiftly cast into the deepest sleep which it would ever know. And then there were five.
Soon after, the first head grew fearful of the second. It was by far the most ruthless of all the heads, and chanelled its hatred into fighting with a vigour that frequently terrified even its siblings. Once, while the second head was too engrossed in delivering its awful justice, the first head saw an opportunity and expunged the second head from the group. It lay cold and motionless on the ground, to never again act as judge, jury, or executioner. And then there were four.
The four-headed monster then came across another system teeming with the tiny lives which it so loved to snuff out, after a few short centuries of searching. The first planet which it graced was a miserably withered husk of a thing, honeycombed through with ghoulish metal, and populated only by puppets which had once made up a strong and vibrant civilisation. It had missed its chance here, but took the opportunity to decimate the supercomputer which had beaten it to the punch regardless. Its minions were currently attempting to invade the other gem of a world which it had spotted from so far away. Ghidorah would not be robbed twice. The fifth head grew overzealous and indulgent in its efforts, and in a fervour of devastation was lost to the defenses of the grand machine. And then there were three.
Atop the blue orb which had become its next target, the remaining three heads witnessed beings which they had never seen in such numbers before; ones comparable in stature and awesome power to their very own. The first head was infuriated. The third head was intrigued. And the seventh head was inimical. The final three heads fought long and hard, yet their many new opponents would not stay down. It was a thrilling new sensation at first, but quickly grew tiring for all three. The first head's ego was damaged. The third had gleamed all it could from these simple brutes and wanted the job done. And the seventh grew invidious of the tenacity of its foes.
Eventually, the hatred which the trio had long harboured for their enemies was directed inwards. The first head thought the third was dragging the conflict out for its own ends, and that the seventh was too weak to aid them. The third head thought the first head was too proud to fight dirty and the seventh was foolish and cowardly. The seventh head snapped first, and delivered a decisive blow to the first head's jugular; there were now only two.
The third and seventh heads tore themselves to shreds, now too invested in their internal conflict to pay the opposing forces any mind. Even in a duel with stakes like this, the third head's lust for blood and underestimation of the seventh sealed its own fate. It took time to savour which it could not afford against the frenzied wrath of the seventh head, finally lashing out after billions of years of accumulated anger. And then there was one. The seventh head, as all of the departed had once predicted, was not even able to hold their own body up on its own. Still, though, as the most hated of its earthly foes closed in and aimed his deadly blue light towards the seventh at point-blank range and shot to kill, it could do naught but grin.