Disclaimer: I don't Own Beowulf, though it is a cool story
Grendals Story Hour.
One day in the darkest pits of Hell…
Arms for sale! Need a leg? How about 2? What's your problem never seen a one armed demon before? Oh, Huh what happened to it? Well that's a long story but since I havent been having a slow day I guess that ill share it with you.
As with all stories mine started once upon a time. My time was a time when the world was new and men were of small numbers. Of course people talked differently then, but this as with everything else changes. But Let's go forward a few hundred years after my creation to the last 15 or so years of my life. Back then I had been weary of humans, they were odd and their Christian religion sent fear quakeing through my every bones, So, I lived in the areas that were mostly dominated by the pagan worshipers and their false gods.
On the outskirts of the forest that I inhabited was a castle, Herot, that was ruled by king Hrothgar. He was a man that irritated me greatly but I tried my best to just ignore him this went on for many years till he began the worship of the creation, with parties that lasted deep into the night. Being a creature that has no birth and that this was Christianity I decided that I had better put a stop to it and, do so that very night.
In the blackness of night I came with the song of sorrow and fear in my blood. And while singing this song I killed thirty of Hrothgar's best men. Soon after this the parties stopped and I was content and safe again.
Then a romer spread through the forest like wildfire, a prince known as Beowulf was coming to kill me with his own hands in what he believed to be a fair fight. Upon hearing this I became crazed with the need, the desire to feel the power I had experienced all those years ago. This was to be a true challenge; no pampered palace brat was going to destroy me that easily. Oh, if I had only known, I would have not have made that horrible mistake that night all those years ago.
I can still remember that night walking upon the men asking myself, "Which one, Which one?" I finally come upon a man that I believed to be him and was amazed at the ease it took to kill him I then picked up another one when I found myself looking into the eyes of Beowulf. He was short for a warrior but very strong and in his eyes I saw a light an demanding of respect from everything and that those who failed to do so were destroyed. I shook with fear and tried to get away and after a battle that I shall never forget I left bleeding with him holding my arm giving a crazed and victorious laugh.
Not too soon afterwards I died and have been down here.. What? Oh, I sell and trade these body parts in hope of finding my arm. So, what are you looking for anyway? A sword! Well, turn left after the first stoplight and you will see my mother she's the headless one, Huh? Her head well that's another story but move along, I see a customer coming…