Viktor

Those were the first words that Viktor heard, his many emerald eyes glowing as he tried to figure out where he was, and WHO he was. He flinched around quickly, clicking his tongue in fear. A looming beast hovered over him, with greying hair and a weary face, wet with tears from one can only assuume joy.
"My sweet, sweet boy" The older dragon mumbled, caressing Viktor under his chin "We have a lot to teach you, my little Viktor."
The next almost-decade consisted of the creator educating him on anything and everything. From how to eat, what to drink, and how to walk. It was like teaching a hatchling in an adult snapper's body.
One night, the creator got sick, his health severely deteriorating. He had never been well, but the extensive care of Viktor had slowly caused his health decline- due to Viktor being his number one priority.
"My little angel," The creator mumbled, his voice bleak and fading "Continue... your legacy." Before ultimately passing away.
Viktor spent the next years on how to educate himself on how to create life, and how to make his own 'son', as his Creator had called it. See, this imperial creator forget one crucial life lesson: procreation. Viktor only knew about being made via science, and he became obsessed with making his own lifeform. He studied his father's, if you could call him that, notes and formulas, trying his best to figure out how to make this lifeform and make his dad proud.
He befriended a lightning spiral called Igor, for both of them were... strange. Igor had many kinks and twists in his spine, and could only see out of one eye, the other bugging out and milky. He couldn't fly in a straight line, he would always corkscrew. Him and Viktor hit it off immediately, and planned to create life together.