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
