The cruelty of humans was far worse than that of literal monsters. At least the grindylow had a reason for acting the way it did. Like crocodiles pulling the weakest wildebeest into the river, they needed flesh to survive. Humans were their natural prey. The humans who had done this to the grindylow—buying it on the shadow market, dragging it from its home, torturing it, forcing it to murder passersby just to slake its terrible thirst—they had no reason at all but evil.
