A Living Hell

"No!!!", I yelled in agony. Beowulf has brought an end to not only me but my son as well. Now I must dwell on the torture I go through every second of every day in hell. One day, Beowulf will receive the same respect he has given to my son and I, hopefully one day soon. For now, I am to burn in hell for eternity. I have lost my dignity, it deserted me once Beowulf desinerated me. Yes, I am re-united with my son, but with the pain each of us must endure each day, our love for each other can never be expressed in the same ways they once were. I despise Beowulf for the pain he causes my son and I, even now in the dark flames of hell. As the flames scorch my non-existent skin, my hatred for Beowulf and his glory grows even more powerful than before. Oh, how I can not wait for him to meet his treacherous fate. Someone is bound to be even more powerful than Beowulf, and that someone will be able to send Beowulf on his merry way upon the land of the un-dead, and the moment that event occurs I will be watching closely and come to peace with the fact that I am surrounded by a true living hell.