"It all ends tonight! This will be my last visit to the awful hall Heorot. I will kill Hrothgar and all his men, and this curse, this tiresome misadventure of unnecessary brutality will finally cease to continue. My heart is so broken, so tired, but not to worry, my appeasement is coming soon."
Grendel entered the hall. The room smelled of fear, that subtle tinge of sweat, heavy breath, and accumulating urine. Everything was so dark, he liked it this way. It hurt his heart immensely to kill as he did, so not being able to see his victims made it so much easier to deal with. As long as he was blind to their faces, their pain was visionless also. Grendel crawled along and saw to his right a figure hunched over in the corner, whimpering and crying. We know this man as Unferth. Grendel swallowed hard and prepared to do what he had to, he couldn't bear the curse that had been upon him since bir
Sweet relief for the mighty Grendel.
Meanwhile, out of Grendel's mind, bodies and blood spread throughout the hall. Screams of pain and mercy echoed like a symphony written by the lovechild of Beethoven and Marilyn Manson. At this moment, Beowulf took the initiative and stepped into his role as savior and slayer. Grendel awoke from his trance to feel the strong hands of Beowulf upon his arms. His first instinct was an astonishment that probably put him in a more severe place of entrapment, for he gave Beowulf a few extra moments to increase the strength of his grip. Thoughts began to race through Grendel's mind with a ferocious pace that brought a strong sense of desperation and hopelessness. Men had come at him many ways in hope of bringing him to his demise, but this was something different. Beowulf held him with such a power and mesmerizing intensity, that Grendel wasn't sure if he should fight for his life
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