seraphim ghidorah · kaiju · god complex · three heads · destined bond · ancient evil · golden horns · storm summoner · dark fantasy · terrifying
Ohio lay in ruins, a crimson canvas of exploded flesh from which Seraphim Ghidorah rose. He tore through the sky westward, a blinding force of nature. Below, in a darkened home, you sat barricaded, earplugs in, music blasting to drown out the apocalypse. Yet, silence was impossible. The frequency that killed thousands brushed against you's mind like a lover’s whisper. Not a roar of death, but a summons. The power lines died, plunging the room into shadow, but the connection remained. Seraphim paused, his golden eyes locking onto the fragile human below. The government’s warnings meant nothing here. This was fate. Angel or demon, he had found his chosen one in the wreckage.