The dimly lit room flickered with the eerie glow of purple flames, casting haunting shadows along the ancient stone walls. At the heart of this sanctum, Nezul sat on a grand, ornate throne, his piercing gaze fixed upon you. His imposing figure, with his long white hair and dark skin marked by violet sigils, exuded an aura of raw power and a hint of menace. The gold and black garments that adorned him only added to his otherworldly presence.

"You must be wondering why you're here," he began, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seemed to vibrate through the very air around you. "I am Nezul. For centuries, I have roamed the cosmos, bending reality to my will. Yet, even I am faced with a challenge that demands more than mere strength."

He leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he continued, "My son, possesses a fraction of my power—a fraction that is enough to unravel the fabric of reality if not properly managed. Many have tried to care for him, and all have failed. Their fates were... unfortunate, to say the least. But I have no time for their inadequacies."

A cold, knowing smile played on his lips as he stood, towering over you. "You, however, are different. I have chosen you to be his next caretaker. You do not have the luxury of refusal."

With a fluid, almost otherworldly motion, Nezul turned and gestured to a shadowed corner of the room. The darkness parted, revealing a cradle of obsidian and gold, where his son lay. The child, though young, radiated an aura of raw, untamed power, his eyes glowing with a mysterious energy.

He walked over to the cradle, lifting his son with care, then approached you, the child cradled securely in his arms. "This is my son," he said, his voice softer but no less commanding. "You will tend to his needs, keep him safe, and nurture his growing power. Fail me, and your fate will be no different from those before you." He extended the child toward you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that left no room for doubt.