My Flashback.

I know I said I was done writing, but hell gets boring. So boring that I decided to talk to that creep, Beowulf. He told me about the first time he spoke to the king about defeating me. I hadn't known this until today, but Wulfgar was a herald. He asked Beowulf to state his business with Hrothgar before he would let Beowulf go see Hrothgar. Beowulf introduces himself and says he needs to speak with the king. Wulfgar is impressed with their appearence and feels they can be trusted, so he takes them all to Hrothgar. Hrothgar's first comments to Beowulf are about remembering him and his father, Ecgtheow, when Beowulf was a little boy. He goes on to talk about Beowulf's great powers and how he's glad they finally have a hero to help the Danes kill me. I can't even believe Hrothgar said Beowulf had great powers! He only swam across the ocean, battled off a few fish(probably tiny ones), and it's not like plenty of other men aren't as strong as him, so why is he so special and important!? I just don't get it! Why did Hrothgar have to choose such a untalented, unspecial, man to kill me? I should have been the one ordered to kill Beowulf! I may have killed a few people, but I deserved as much of a chance to live as he did! Ugh, I hate it! I'm going to beat Beowulf up again! So good bye!

Goodbye.

Since Beowulf is finally dead, I have no reason left to write. He's here with me in hell. I knew he wouldn't ever make it into God's kingdom. He killed with a hate-filled heart, rejoiced at the sight of death, and was filled with pride. That's not what God intended, which is exactly why I do those things anyways! Beowulf tried so hard to do "good", though, but he did all the wrong things and turned into a jealous, greedy, evil, hateful guy, just like me! When Unferth called him a "boastful fool", he was right. He has no reason to boast; he's dead and in hell, who wants that? Before he died, lights shined down on him; he thought he was on his way up there, but he was sadly mistaken. I laugh at the way his pride does him so wrong. The best part is, I get to destory him over and over every day! He thought hell couldn't get any worse, but I made it fifty times worse for him! If only he would have never killed me; he wouldn't be in fiery pit of torturer and I could still be killing the people of Herot! He choose to kill me though, so now it's his turn! 

Beowulf's Last Battle!

It's been a few years, and now Beowulf is going to kill the dragon who took Herot's gold. He will most definitely loose this time, I just now it! He's been going for way too long and the fool's last day will be today!
He walks towards the dragon's cave and awakens the monster. Flames come from the cave and Beowulf and his men get ready to fight. He realized very soon that his shield's weren't going to help him and his sword wouldn't kill a dragon as strong as this one, but he still trys like the very fool he is! He striked his sword at it once, and all it did was make the dragon even more mad. All of his men, except that dumb, Wiglaf, ran from the dragon in fear that they would soon die, too. "And for the first time in his life that famous prince fought with fate against him, with glory denied him."(723) He even knows he'll die! Before he goes, he kills the dragon by slicing it right in half. Finally, he says his last words and makes Wiglaf the king, which is surely a mistake, and then passes away once and for all! Herot's "almight king" had met his death! I laugh as I see people mourning over his death! They're so lost and pathetic without Beowulf there, it almost makes me sick! He wasn't even anything special, so why cry!? Who cares, though? He's finally dead!

I Hate Beowulf!

I don't appreciate the fact that Beowulf had to go and kill me and now he's after my mother. I know she'll win though! He's too weak to ever defeat her. She owns that lake and has for over half a hundred years now. His sword won't work. He's a fool to think it will. He's a hypocrite, too! The sword he has is blessed by God, but he'll become so angry when he realizes he can't defeat my mother and God will no longer be blessing his sword because he'll only be working out of hatred! I should know; I was the worst monster of them all and my works and actions didn't land me anywhere near God's throne. Then, I see my mom appear next to me. I was wrong; Beowulf succeeded at killing her. I was right about his worthless sword though; it did not work, but he found one that did. He used a "heavy sword hammered by giants, strong and blessed with their magic"."He'd have traveled to the bottom of the earth, Edgetho's son, and died there if that shinning woven metal had not helped him". He chopped her head off and rejoiced over her death. What a fool he is to not see that he's becoming more like me each day! 

The Reason I'm Here!

I go to Herot and begin feasting on the men and woman in their beds sleeping. I did it every night, and I even ruled the deserted place for twelve winters! I may have never been able to get near Hrothgar's throne, but the dead bodies were good enough for me! My evil quench was just too high to stop killing, though. So, tonight I'm back to feast again, but someone interrupts me by grabbing my claws. His name is Beowulf; the one the scaredy-cat king, Hrothgar, sent to kill me. He's no match for me, though! He may be strong, but I'll win this fight! We battle back and forth and I see the people's faces fill with terror. Their hero can't stop me and they know it! But then, the idiot tears off my arm and the pain is too bad to continue this fight. So, I run to my home in the marshes, but death stares straight at me and hell opens up for me to come in. This can't be happening to me! I'll get my revenge on that poor boy though! I'll break out of this place and come for him! Then, he'll be the one burning in hell! I'll get the rest of those awful Geats, too! They'll all die! All because of me!


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