Among all the tales told by those who've survived their encounters. None leave more terrifying a scar as Mama Gretta. In the forest of the world she waits stirring her stew and calmly humming her lullabies. Waiting for the poor lost sheep to come rest at her fire. To come find her cozy little cottage and step inside. The come and be her long wanted guest. She will love to take you in, feed you, warm you, compliment you, indulge all of those soft little needs of paternity you never wished would end.
Soon the feeling of wool begins to fill behind your ears. A thumping, a pulse, a bit of lose. A memory fades, a new one replaces it. Did you ever have parents? did...did you ever have anyone else? why would you need anyone? It's always been you and mama...and mama loves you to death.

Mama Gretta is the grand mixture when an Arch-Fei falls into the infernal arts. Soft, cuddly, and kind older woman. Still young enough to hold onto the looks of desirability. A witch beyond any other with spells far beyond that of most of her followers. A representation of Fire, The Hearth, and the harshness of Winter. Willing to give a spell, a charm, or a simple stir of her pot to fix whatever problem you may have. A short round woman, wrapped in deep blue wool, wearing a black dress that clings to her far to well. Holding a cane which she uses to stir her pot.

This song takes place in a Hell-Verse AU. A conversation with the daughter of Beezel (Beelzebub). After shortly purchasing a home with her boyfriend. She finds the neighbor is more than willing to help and teach her a few tricks in the old ways. Possibly on how to train her as a new witch in the making.