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Grendel’s eulogy. I lived among the long, stretched roots in the lake of darkness, alongside my man-eater, beast of a son, Grendel. We are the descendants of the rebellious son of Adam Cain. He, driven by his lust and ambition, had killed his own brother and thus his lineage was cursed for eternity. We are the demonic children of the damned disciple of Adam. While the sons of Abel flourished over the land, the ogres had become water-dwellers. Ever since, they had come to terms with their miserable life, the lake of darkness, and had avoided any contact with the men, especially the children of war. Without any danger from the monstrous creatures that lived in the wild marshes, the humans prospered under their king Hrothgar. The clear-thinking king had protected his people with all his might as he was brave and kind-hearted. They were battle-hardened warriors that could amass any kind of treasure. re. I never bothered about the men and their activities. I preferred a peaceful life, hidden from the great heaven’s candle, guarding our marsh. Driven by their fear of our mysterious den, men also never bothered about the monster. It was a good thing as the treasures of our ancestors, including weapons and tools, bewitched by the spell-casters, demons of the past were safe from the treasure hunters. However, my son Grendel had inherited the bloodthirsty of his damned ancestors and was a silent stalker slowly setting off as a danger for both men and demons. Even as a child, he was fear-inspiring because of his lust and blood-thirsty nature. Also, he was very curious about the happenings and merry makings of the men. He would oftentimes walk up stealthily and look at the men. I used to stop him for peeking on the men, as this very lust had damned our bloodline thus. I was always cautious of it, but he never attempted to cage it. His brothers joined him in his stalking at first but later gave up because of the fear of punishment. As he grew older, he developed monstrous strength, unlike any other Marsh resident. This strength was first demonstrated when his brother endured such a blood-exuding wound during play, that he passed away because of it. Slowly, his spirit of inquiry, became spite, as he observed the fortunes of the men. Therefore, his lust became increasingly uncontrollable. He had started hating humankind, envious of their merry-making and joy. He wished to play among the human-child and eat and drink as they did. Hence, when Hrothgar built the mead hall, the joy room where they rejoiced and partied, it infuriated my son. Therefore, one night when they were fast asleep, he crept on them and tore them apart. He munched at their bones and flesh and drank the life juice out of them. He used to feel ecstatic as the men feared and cowered in front of him. Every night, as he returned to the marsh, he felt stronger than every mortal being. The King’s men were no match for him and tried to hide themselves to save their lives. Even though I had no spite for men at that time, I felt proud of my strong and mighty son. The Great, God-gifted, Great warrior Beowulf disrupted our gradual rise from our pain-filled lives. I could never forget the happiness that my son had during the last 12 years of his rule of fear. I will avenge my son and victory-celebrating Danes.