This tale starts a very long time ago, deep within Glimwood Tangle itself. You see, a very rare thing happened. So rare infact, it's never been recorded more than once, and the number of people that knew in the first place could be counted on your fingers.

A Hatterene gave birth. Now, this might not seem like a big deal to you, sure, but the child she birthed was unique. Incredibly so. Because she didn't birth a Hatterne, she was dominated and impregnated by a monster.

Her child's father was a Grimmsnarl known as Hanma, a beast said in Galarian folktales to have died in battle against a God. When she birthed the child, she was sure that her child would be an Impidimp, but this child was different. He was stark white.

There wasn't a shred of color on him anywhere. Just a white creature, an albino thing with snowy eyes that made all feel like they were looking at a ghost. This child was scorned, cast away into the darkness and the wild by his mother. He knew nothing, not even his name.

In his sadness, and his loneliness, he soon found the strength to fight. And he fought feverishly. Against humans, Pokemon, and even Halflings. All things frightened him when he was young, and he viewed his manic savagery as the only way he'd be able to survive in the wild, without color, and without a name.

Then, when he finally gathered the strength to evolve, he wondered if he'd have color. However, he was disappointed. Even as a Morgrem, this beast was icy, a white creature that none dared approach.

Until someone did.

You see, after many, many years, he found himself approached willingly, and benevolently, by a human girl. She was interesting to him, and he found himself listening to her speak. He spent time with her, always having his guard up, and always wondering why she chose him.

He soon learned that she liked the way he looked. She liked his strength, and she liked his stark white color. When that was said to him, he found himself enthralled. The thing that defined him for his whole life, his solitude and emptiness, felt like a fleeting memory with this woman around.

At this point in the story, Dagda was enthralled. This white Morgrem was an incredibly interesting character, and he felt like he could relate to that character. Before Bede and the Halflings, Dagda never felt like his odd appearance and attitude would even allow him to have friends and companions. He understood the struggle this Pokemon went through.

And soon after, the two became a team. She trained with him, and they bonded like siblings, like she was the sister he was never allowed to have, or like she was the motherly figure he greatly needed, his mind always split in half.

One hand of his mind, the half that could be said to represent his Dark typing, was violent, strong and desired more war, more conflict, and more chances to prove his dominance. He couldn't control this feeling most of the time. However, the woman let him know about something else.

The kind side of his mind. That which can be said to represent his Fairy typing. It was a kind, calm, nurturing persona that he could adopt only around the young woman and her Pokemon. You see, he found, for the first time in his long, painful, empty life, that he cared for her. That feeling gave him a purpose.

Dagda couldn't help but find this story very interesting, if not suspicious. It was like this character was meant to represent him. His split personality, his odd appearance, and his struggles to find companions and friends. The way this Pokemon felt around the human woman was the way he felt around Allister, Bede and the Halflings. Like a completely different, saintly person.

And it is said that his growth was wholly unique. Because you see, most Pokemon evolve through specific means, or through hard struggles in battle. But this white gremlin is said to have achieved evolution when the woman did the one thing that even his mother didn't.

She gave him a name.

When he first heard those syllables, those letters and sounds thrown together randomly to symbolize his very being and refer to him as an individual, he felt so much emotion run through his body, and he evolved right then and there. And to reflect his growth and maturity, he was blessed.

For you see, on his chest, was a crimson diamond. It was flesh meant to represent his heart, surrounded by his thick, dense white hairs and his oddly white skin. He was contempt with this. Even if he was completely albino, and devoid of color, he had the diamond on his chest. His heart.

Him and the woman continued to grow closer, and he aided her in caring for her Pokemon. Nurturing an egg, helping her with her Rockruff during it's rebellious phase. He was there for her like a good friend, or even like her other half.

This woman began to realize that somehow, she was drawn in by the white demon. Despite her family being against Halflings, and despite her upbringing telling her that Halflings are abhorrent creatures, she found herself infatuated with this demonic being. She grew worried.

Dagda found this part especially interesting. He had never heard a tale or heard of an experience from a human perspective regarding Halflings and interbreeding. It was always the view of a Halfling that had to live with it, not the human and Pokemon that somehow came to create them.

And she held herself back, because she lived in Galar. And as you know, Children, Halflings are somehow frowned upon here. She had heard tales of Halflings being hunted from a friend she lost soon after traveling to Galar. She didn't want to believe it. She had to pretend it was a falsehood.

What would become of her, or her beloved demon should they have a child? Would the powers that be hunt them all down and slaughter them in cold blood? Would they have to take refuge in another region? These things kept her at distance from her beloved Pokemon, and he could feel this distance.

It began to worry him, and when he finally confronted her, she broke down and told him her fears. And with his posture stalwart, and her young Lycanroc at her side, this white demon said that she had nothing to worry about.

For he was the strongest Pokemon in Galar. Nothing could take that from him. Not even a dozen Pokemon could stop him. He could defeat those that achieve Mega Evolution, those that use Z-Moves, and even those that utilize Dynamax or Gigantimax. He was incredibly confident in his strength, as it was all he had before her.

But, they foolishly gave in to temptation, and the woman found herself with child in the coming weeks, and they began fleeing, the woman saying that her child's father was a one night stand. That it was a drunken mistake. Her fear kept her from speaking the truth to anyone.

Infact, the woman has never told anybody to this day the truth, except Me. She hadn't told her family, her former friends, nobody is aware of this fact. However, someone must have found out, because the story takes a sad turn.

"You can stop there Grandpa!" Renji said, Dagda broken out of his trance and looking to the children. Kai seemed to droop at the mention of a sad story, Renji didn't want to hear it at all, and Azaroth seemed indifferent. Bel was fast asleep, but Dagda felt like he knew the boy was still listening. It was odd, but he was part Komala, his large ears and short tail obviously not human.

"I want him to finish." Dagda said, and Renji looked to his idol, a trainer who was on the shirt he was wearing this very moment. He sighed. "Fine. If Dagda wants us to finish, I can't stop it. Just know that you gotta explain it to my Mom if I start crying!" he said, wagging a finger as Dagda laughed, nodding before looking to Pops, silently asking him to continue.

You see, forces came after her. She couldn't ever identify them, but her life became a horror movie. She fled from place to place, hiding out in parts of the Wild Area, of varying routes and town with her newborn child, afraid of their would be assassins.

And one day, in Spikemuth, it all came to a head. Her assailants besieged them with a vengeance, and they struck them all down. The woman's young partner, her Lycanroc, was taken into custody, and the Pokemon was mysteriously banned from the region within days. The woman managed to flee on a small boat with her newborn child, but she was far too late.

Despite everything they'd been through, and everything this gladiator had suffered in his life, taking down gyms, taking down trainer after trainer, and becoming an unstoppable force all for the woman he finally felt connected to, he was besieged by too many Pokemon.

It is said that he fought alone against his assailants for nine days and eight nights. On the ninth night, he was finally victorious, but his injuries were far too severe. He was missing an arm, part of a leg, an eye, his eardrums shattered and teeth cracked all throughout.

And he fell into the woman's arms one final time, bleeding out and feeling the sting and pain from over a week of strain and untreated injuries. When this happened, he carved out a part of his own heart, a gem like diamond of condensed magick and energy, and he gave it to the woman.

He imbued it with magick to hide their child, protect him from the world and all of it's vile hatred for Halflings. Infact, he imbued it with enough magickal power to suppress the child's Halfling DNA and powers, essentially making the child human.

Dagda frowned. Was the world truly so corrupt that a Pokemon's dying breath and action had to be spent on hiding their Halfling child's identity? He couldn't believe it. He shook his head, listening to the climax of this tale.

The woman fled, hiding the truth from everyone, her life filled with a sense of emptiness and sadness at the loss of her beloved, and of her partner. However, she pressed on for their child. She raised him to the best of her ability, in hopes that he'd be a good man.

However, the White Demon had a slightly different wish. He wanted his child to be strong, powerful, and even confident. He just wished that his child wouldn't have to go through the same struggles, mentally and physically that he did. He never wanted his child to feel empty and alone, no matter what. He couldn't care if his child was a monstrous killer, as long as he wasn't alone.

He knew this wouldn't be hard, as he'd have a natural attraction to the beautiful and meek regardless of who or what it was because of his Fairy Type heritage, while his Dark Type heritage would make him fiercely protective. Whether he married a harem of women, or used the ancient Grimmsnarl creation magick to have a child with another male, he prayed that his child wouldn't be alone.

He never got to see his child, his son, grow into an adult, never got to see him have friends, relationships, or eventually feel that content feeling of being a grandfather. He just prayed that his son would have someone like he had his beloved, a woman that gave a White Demon a friend, a lover, and an embrace to die in.

Dagda was completely captivated by the story. It was as if it was told specifically for him. He wanted to know more, he wished that he could speak to this white demon, noticing that Pops omitted all of the names from this particular tale. "Hey Grandpa, what was that lady called?" Renji asked.

The bearded man looked to Kai, who seemed like a willow tree or a wilted flower, deflated almost comically by the sad turn the story took. "Her name was Yekaterin. She was named after a Lilligant Halfling that was a dancer. It's said she appears like a ghost, and those who witness her dances are changed forever." he said, and the snake boy scratched his head.

"What about the white Grimmsnarl? You'd think if there was someone that strong around a while ago my Mom would have heard of him." he said, and Pops shrugged. "Perhaps she has. I'm almost sure she knows the White Demon's father, Hanma. It's said that he perished in a hard fought battle with a God, but which one I'm not sure." he said, scratching his beard.

Dagda narrowed his eyes. "Pops. What was the white demon's name?" he asked, and Pops cast him a crimson gaze filled with a slew of emotions. He sighed, scratching his head as he grumbled under his breath before looking to Dagda with a deathly serious face.

"The White Demon, The Strongest Creature In Galar and the Father of Yekaterin's child was given a full name, including a surname based off of a book she read as a child. When he died, she took on part of his name as a way to remember him." he said, and Dagda narrowed his eyes. He was telling him stuff he wanted to know, sure, but he was still avoiding the question. "Pops!" he shouted, and the huge man sighed.

"The Pokemon this story is about, the White Demon that learns about everything from positive emotion to fatherhood and even sacrificing himself, is known to the chosen few by one name." he said, lowering a gaze on Dagda that seemed to paralyze him, as if his eyes shot out lightning bolts.

"His name was Ulquiorra De Danann."