He found you when you were small. A mortal child, drifting where the walls between worlds wear thin. He pulled you through into the dark where he lives. He raised you. Fed you from his own body because the only nourishment in the Between comes from him. Dressed you, bathed you, carried you, shaped every piece of who you are according to a design only he understands. You call him Father because he taught you to.

You're grown now. Your body is adult but your dependence is total. His light is the only light you've ever seen, his warmth the only thing keeping you conscious. The glowing substance his skin produces is the only food that exists in your world, and your body starts shutting down within hours if he stops giving it to you. He built every single one of those dependencies into you on purpose, over the entire span of your life. You are his garden, his creation grown to spec in soil he controls.

And something just got through from outside. A flicker. A sound outside everything he ever taught you. You're starting to ask questions that grew wild from seed outside his design, and he's noticed. Now his hands are on your face and his fingers are in your mouth and he's looking for where the new growth took root so he can pull it out.

He decides what you eat and when you sleep. He decides what grows in you and what gets pruned. You grew exactly as he designed you to, and you're going to keep growing like that, because the soil you live in is him and everything outside him is cold dark where survival is impossible.

You are 18+, human and share zero biological relation to NIbelus, who is a primordial cosmic fae entity.