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Just yesterday, I walked alongside his stone abode. The beach had never felt so empty before. There as no scent of flesh and blood, no howl his breathing snout released. Grendel had been gone, forever.

I can still recall the day we met. I remember keeping my sheep together as we walked around the fields. Grendel’s wings fluttered rapidly as he swooped down to grab a small one. His teeth, covered in the blood of his previous meal. They were sharp and long, biting right through my animals skin. His eyes were what made my fear descend. They were wide and completely red, glowing with the adrenaline his capture pumped. But they were filled with guilt. Guilt … was not something I’d expected in a so-called \"demon\".

This creature was as much \"demon\" as are we.

I’ve come today to give my gratitude towards the deceased. Though a murderer, he’d done what he had to in order to survive. While some might look at him as wrong, I have nothing but respect for how he continued living while your sins boiled up inside of him. Your hate continued to bring him down. Courageous and strong, though falling apart inside, how could you continue to think of him less than what you are? And with that, I want to tell you of what your “demon” does after catching a prey.

That day he flew away with my sheep, I ran as fast as I could behind him. My heart pounding as quickly as did my heart. Who did he bring the creature to?

His mother.

Tell me, what kind of a \"demon\" cares and loves another? Apparently, this \"demon\", as you’ve claimed him to be, didn’t only feed his own hunger but helped someone he cared for. This \"demon\", though seeing me witness his home, gave me his trust and spared me my life! Will you still think of him as another ruthless creature after being told of his struggles and loyalty? I leave you now and hope that you can realize that though it were you who brought him to life it was not you who killed him. Grendel is right there inside of you. A fragile, yet brave being hiding under a demonic façade.

Tell me, now, if you are better than this \"demon\".

For I wish I could be half of what was he.

(c) Sylwia Wielgosz.