
Alone. Determined.
To kill the mother of the monster he had already slain. 🗡️🩸
Deep within the cavern,
Beowulf finds no monster in the traditional sense —
but a vision. A seduction.
A golden-scaled siren rising slowly from the water… 💫🌊🐍
She doesn’t strike.
She speaks.
In a voice like honey and smoke,
she offers him power… glory… immortality. 👑🔥
Beowulf resists — at first.
He swings his sword, slicing through illusion —
but she slips past the blade like a whisper. 😮💨⚔️
Then she steps closer.
Not with violence.
But with temptation.
And Beowulf?
The greatest warrior of his time?
He hesitates.
Because sometimes the true enemy…
isn’t the monster in front of you —
it’s the one inside. 🖤