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Within the Danish homeland, inside the darkest of moors, a creature made his domain. This demonic creature-Grendel as his name was known to be-growled and howled day upon day. As if physically tormented, he screeched as music resounded from the hall under Hrothgar’s reign. The proud Danish King that ruled the land and all his merry warriors sung hymns day after day of their happiness and prosperity. However, as the horrid monster stirred, it seemed that their joy might soon face an end…
When dawn came, what remained of Herot’s men found the grisly aftermath of the monster’s work. Under the grey morning sky, they ended their magnificent feasts and mourned their deceased. Hrothgar, their lord, lamented for his lost men and as he saw tracks left behind, he knew that a demon had ravaged his land. As time passed, he dreadfully feared that the horrible slaughter that took place in the hall might only be the beginning…
Bah! These pompous fools and their ridiculous celebrations irritate me! I would enjoy nothing less than flaying their pathetic skin from their bones and ending their abhorrent music…
Just as Hrothgar feared, the creature made his return later that night. Slaying man after man, Grendel’s bloodlust was insatiable, and Herot quickly fell into ruins. His ruthless slaughtering was so terrible that Hrothgar’s remaining few men even fled Herot, fearing for their lives. They sought lands far away, hoping to escape the horrid death that Grendel sought to bring. And although peace they did in fact find, their home of Herot had fallen. Grendel had overtaken it…
As darkness fell upon the land one day, Grendel wandered over to Herot, the proud home of Hrothgar. He wondered what he would find there as the music and celebrations died down, and his curiosity drove him outside its walls. Much to his surprise, he found Herot fast asleep, silent in their merry dreams.
Oho?! What is this? These fools are...sleeping? Wonderful…
With thoughts as swift as his claws, he passed into the hall and took each man’s breath as they lie. Ever greedy and gleeful, he ripped each poor soul out from of their bodies, and then snatched their lifeless corpses, taking them with him to his lair, with their blood trailing on the ground behind him.
No! What foul creature has done this?! What evil demon has slain my men?
Die, DIE! Scurry you pathetic whelps! Flee for your miserable lives! Ahahaha!
For years the monster ruled over Herot. He fought many a noble man seeking to reclaim the land, and with passing each attempt, the monster remained victorious. And for twelve winters, the land of Hrothgar despaired under the cruel monster’s reign.
The sorrowful king’s misery spread throughout the land just as the shadow of death continued to linger over it, and the few remaining of Hrothgar’s men lied in wait with their fallen kingdom, awaiting they day the cruel monster’s reign ended…
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