Just a little story

I was dreaming.
At the edge of a pit, I stood. I could feel a presence at the bottom-not malevolent, more like it was interested in me. It was watching me.
I heard a voice.
Hello, son.
The sound of it echoed through my ears and the cavern around me. Suddenly I was moving.
I flew forward and hovered above the pit. I plunged down.
I screamed in panic.
No need to fear, child. You are in my realm now.
Thevoice actually calmed me down. I slowed and my feet touched rock.
I stared around me. I looked above my head and saw a faint speck of light. The top of the pit. I was at the bottom.
Strangely, the ground seemed to be pulsating. I bent on my knees and felt the ground. A layer of muscle covered the "ground". Or maybe it was the ground.
This thought should have repulsed me, but I felt energized by this weird landscape.
You may rise, boy.
I straightened. "Who are you? Why did you call me son?" I yelled.
Because you are.
My sire.
My only son.
I am Tartarus.

Notes

OOOOOHHHHH SHIIIIIZZZ NUTSSS!
I did not see this coming!
(Actually, I did. Being the author and all.)