Epilogue?

The journey had just begun. So why does it feel like the end already? Eloi is gone. I am gone. In those last moments, I saw the truth. I failed him. I failed me. We were mere pawns in the gods' machinations. Why did she return me to that half-life of not life not death, and for such a cruelly short time, other than to punish me for my betrayal? Surely it was simply to dangle the possibility of redemption, merely to cruelly snatch it away. Or was it to punish him for his unlife. Perchance it was simply some joke, or to create another fable to admonish the remaining mortals of Toril. I see clearly now. I was his betrayer. He thought it was Lown. I knew it was Tirk. And yet it was me. The part that escapes me is why. Why would I betray the one person who allowed me life outside of the nightmares. The one who freed my chains and the miscreants who forced me to form like a monkey chained to a calliope. It must have been some inescapable magical compulsion or mind screw. What I know is the originator of that terrible twist of fate better hope I never crawl out of this frozen hellscape I find myself trapped in. I will hunt them across the known planes. Across time and the great wheel, itself. And once I dispatch them. I am coming for that ebon feathered bitch too. I am more than a pawn to be discarded on a whim of "fate". I will rage until the very ice cracks and shakes and unleash this frozen hell upon earth. Even if it means He goes free. That frozen fiend of a progenitor who is responsible for this cursed existence. I am coming for all of you, god and devil alike. I am become the Fatebreaker and the Godeater. For as long as it takes, I will hunt them. And they will tremble.