Nordul blanched slightly as the entity formed, calling him Father. He did not...how did this entity come to be? The life...maybe there was some darkness to infinite life energy, some danger, after all...
"...Greetings, my child. What do you call yourself, and what are your goals, my firstborn?"
Looking at this...thing? No, it was born of him, like it or not. It-no, he, was his Son. He would be acknowledged, at least. However, no matter how hard he tries, how much he keeps the revulsion off his face, he can't keep it out of his eyes...