Dear Diary,
Today I woke up all alone in my dark, slimy cave.  From the moment I awoke, all I could think about is how hungry I am.  I have been waiting to chow down on some fresh, human flesh.  I have been thinking where I could find my next humans to devour.  Near my gloomy cave, I could hear the Danes singing and partying throughout the walls of the gold-shining hall.  As I am listening to them enjoy their lives and be happy, I become very jealous because I was once happy just as they are now.  Their God shunned me and threw me out and I am left with nobody, but my small, old cave.  Now, my decision has been made.  I decide that I was going to kill the people in Herot.  I enjoy killing humans and I am hungry and evil, so why not just go and kill them.  I creep through the tall marshes in the darkness of night and arrive at Herot.  I smell the fear of Hrothgar’s people and I can hear their hearts beat as fast as a drum.  When I storm into Herot, all the guards are sound asleep on the hard floor.  This was the perfect opportunity to kill because they could not compete with my mighty powers.  I brutally kill thirty men who are sleeping soundly.  I did not have a second thought about what I did.  Their battle-sweat flows through my mouth like a warm hot chocolate on Christmas morning.  I bite through their skin and into their flesh.  The stretchy flesh satisfies my hunger.  Their bones crack in half and fall into my paws.  I feel as if, I have all the power in the world.  When I finish my final bloody human, I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.  I dream of how fearful Hrothgar will be when he realizes that nobody in Herot will be safe because I am back and will not leave until I finish my revenge. 

Dear Diary,
Many years have passed since my bloody meal and I, the shepherd of evil, controls all of Herot.  Any human in my way, is killed viscously and will not be able to escape.  I am proud of all my killing because I did exactly what I wanted to do.  God does not approve of my killing of his creatures.  I am doing this because he abounded me.  I am beginning to hear God is trying to take away my power.  I will not let this happen and destroy anyone who comes near me.  Once I do this, no one else will ever challenge me again.  Tonight I travel to Herot.  When I arrive at Herot, I can sense people were there awaiting my arrival.  However, they are not just ordinary humans that I can kill in three seconds.  These men are strong, well equipped soldiers from a land far away.  My hunger is the only thing that stood out in my mind when I see the first man.  I kill him and it makes my heart warm.  The flesh slides down my throat like a little kid slides down a slide in a playground.  My stomach is very grateful and I am satisfied for now.  I continue through Herot and find another vulnerable human sleeping.  However, just before I am about to end his life, he wakes up.  He fights for his life and is not giving up until he escapes.  I laugh in his face because no normal human can defeat me.  The battle continues to intensify and I realize this is no regular human.  I have never seen anyone like him before.  I am terrified that I may possibly lose to a human.  This human is a fighter of good, and uses nothing but his bare hands. I have to fight for my life throughout the entire battle.  As I launch to scrape his eyes out with my claws, he grips my arm and will not loosen his grip.  He rips my arm out of the socket like he is picking a flower out of a garden.  I can not bear the pain of my missing arm.  People from miles away are able to hear my howling in pain.  I slide through my own pool of blood back to my gloomy cave.  The Danes are cheering as I flee from Herot.  From this moment on I know I am not going to return back to Herot.  I know that my evil existence will soon be over and I am all alone during my final hours of life.