“Or so it is told, as I knew him not before his death. I learned of those events from my mother, Hel, queen of the netherworld. She would tell this tale and so many others as I sat as a child upon the steps of her throne. Her sweet words, accompanied by the woeful singing of the dead.” “What’s not to love about that?” Krampus squinted at Jesse. “You are being sarcastic.” “Naw.” Krampus gave Jesse a disdainful look, but continued.
