Epilogue 1

I'm about to murder God.

Its his fault you see? Partly because of my gullibility, but still mostly his.

I am kalian kyle, kal for short, I've been known by other names king slayer, godkiller, hero, villain, I've bedded queens, killed gods, defied God himself, and obviously I'm here to tell the tale, or am I?

I've battled with angels, started empire ending wars, I was protector, the stormbringer of legend come alive, stories we're told of me, songs sang about me, I was a living legend, they made me all these as great as it sounds, I was just a pawn.

They used me and then betrayed me, turning against me, casting me aside like the way of all pawns.

They made me a legend, a god, an enigma, a symbol of hope, the world marveled at the things I could do, I was like the epos of old revived, Kal, the greatest epos to ever walk the earth, a myth come alive, it was all fake, all given to me, they took it all back and more, everything I ever had, everything, they took my precious precious Maya, took my love, they took my life, my name, they took my death, the only solace everything sentient or not, animated or not has, the end of it all, the last rest, they took my death, they made me a ghost, a shade, people who once told tales in awe of me now tell nightmares with me as the bogeyman, people who once sang my epics, can't say my name anymore, people who named their children after me,, who sought my blessings now curse in my name.

But I will rise, I will be a revenant, I will kill God, or die trying, he deceived me, betrayed me, guess I was also gullible, It starts like every story does, it starts with death.