These fools didn't know what power he held. As Hydreigon resumed his perch high on the lighthouse, noise once more attracted his attention. His three gaping, drooling maws turned all at the distraction, spotting the now dwindling group of survivors. They had slain a pack of curs that only were mere shadows of what he was, what power he stood for. They congratulated themselves, celebrated their falseness... Hydreigon's crimson eyes flashed with a spark of bloodmongering. They so thought the danger was past, feasting on a weakling's diet. But above them, the true danger lurked.
He had feasted on the heart of a Legend. He had torn little pawns like these limb from limb, finding only true statisfaction in the dying cries of Cresselia. The death of dreams, of hope. He'd swallowed it whole. He turned more to face the small grouping as a little masked pup made its way away from the building they took shelter in. How many times did he have to kill these little weaklings for them to understand that there was no hope? That he'd killed her, swallowed her heart and eaten her very skin from her muscles? Letting loose a roar, he dove down, colliding with the building that housed them, three mouths tearing through the rubble for flesh.
They found it quickly. Heaving up the electric type in their jaws, the main head glared at his captor; the ampharos. He had been there all along, a veteran of the little caravan that had been constantly defying him. Yes... their continued existance was defiance, as was Cresselia's existance. There would be none of that here. None. He would cleave this damned fool apart like he had her. Snarling, he leaned in close, twin heads keeping the sheep secured.
"...Do you... know why I... kill your... pathetic... kind?" he growled, his lips forming words sloppily. "Because... your existance is... an insult... Your kind is... too stupid... to know you've been beat..." He chuckled, face widening with a grin that oozed with blood from hundreds, if not thousands of previous victims, his teeth permanently stained. [i]"Allow me... to remedy that..."
Using his other two heads to stretch the ampharos, the sheep cried in vain as his right arm an left leg were slowly pulled apart from their mounts, the joints dislocating with a sickening pop. But Hydreigon, in rare form, did not pull them out together. Using the now limp, useless limbs as a pair of handles, he held the sheep aloft as his main head snaked toward the poor victim and began to feast.
Sharp, disgusting teeth tore into the ampharos' side easily, fragile ribs breaking like flimsy kindling beneath his powerful jaws. The screams cut through the air like a knife, ringing out over the abandoned city and waters for nothing. No amount of screaming would help him now. Intestines fell like slop out of a pig's trough, the stomach and diaphram hanging by the stressed, stretched tendons that precariously kept them attached to their rightful place. His teeth hungrily bit into the intestines, tearing them further from their owner. The cries turned more into gutteral, choking grunts as the body died in his grasp, the mind unable to keep up. Once the intestines were lapped up as noodles would be, Hydreigon rose his gaze to see the light already gone from his victim. Scoffing, already bored with such a useless body, he tore the carcass apart and flung the halves aside. Useless.
He had tasted the flesh of a god... such menial tripe was nothing.