But, idyllic as it was at first between Angrboda and myself, it was inevitable that, in time, our . . . activities . . . would bear fruit. Demons often tend to . . . let’s say exotic progeny, and in Angie’s case, this was especially true. Over our twelve-month liaison, she presented me with three offspring: a cute little werewolf called Fenris, an undead half-corpse daughter called Hel, and Jormungand, an enormous snake, which proved to be the final straw between me and Angrboda.
