Witchfather

Samael kissed my forehead:

"Once, long ago, in another life, we met in the Black Forest..."

"Why are your stories always about the Black Forest?"

"You're 1/3 German, aren't you?"

"Tell me an Irish tale next time, okay?"

"I shall... on Halloween... when I become the Celtic god of Death, Bel, and we have our masquerade. Now hush, little one, my little Baby Yoda-

"His name is Grogu."

"Nerd. Let me tell you how it all began - in time's reflected pools... a hop and a step from this reality, but real nonetheless..."

His tale went like this