“Is that so?” she asked with careful patience. She didn’t like being laughed at and she liked it even less when she didn’t even know why it was happening. “And why would that particular nickname be funny to you?” Clearly it meant something to him and she wanted to know what. She couldn’t think for the life of her why it would be important, but to get that reaction out of him, obviously it was. Was it a nickname this ex lover had called him? Unlikely. He probably wouldn’t have been as prone to laughter if that were the case. So what was it then? “What, was he your great great great great great grandfather or something?” She smirked at him, knowing it wasn’t the case but enjoying the jibe nonetheless. Every magic user on the planet wanted to claim they were related to Merlin but, as far as she could tell, he’d never actually existed. At least, there were no records of him in Hell and if he had existed they certainly would have known about him. No one gets that much power without a few back alley deals with the pit.
Still, things were a bit different here. People pulled from all different sorts of realities. If there could be a half angel claiming to be her son, then it stood to reason that somewhere, in some reality, other impossible things might just be possible. So why did the name Merlin get that reaction? The curiosity was going to burn her alive.