As much as I would quite simply have nothing but sympathy for the loss
of an unborn child, given the circumstances revolving around your entire
problem with the Lord of Change, I feel the utmost need to point out
certain infallable realities that exist for any sentient creature that
calls the Prime Material Plane home.

Number 1: Fate and Predestination, regardless of how much Change and
Inspiration give the impression that reality is freedom-bound, are the
sole rulers of our outcome here on the PMP. Your child was lost, and it
was ordained by universal mechanics which are tied into the fabric of
reality. It sucks. There is no way around it. I'm sorry.

Number 2: The Gods are not bound by the same universal constants that
govern our material reality. Lashing out at them, with words, written or
spoken, would be akin to throwing eggs at a brick wall. It is pointless.
It will achieve nothing that you aim for. It is natural for a sentient
flesh creature to turn it's ire to entities that exist outside of
baseline mortal understanding, and more so when offspring are involved.
Regardless, that does not justify any of the actions you two have
demanded and threatened.

Number 3: No sentient mortal creature, can ever strive with
extradimensional entities that are crafted from the celestial hand of
the Creator, Varian. While you were both fated to experience and react
to what has happened, and while I am no soothsayer or oracle, I have the
personal hope, as overrated as hope can be for mortals, that you both
remain fated to realize the following - You are outnumbered, outmatched,
underpowered in the face of not one, but all of the deities in their
entirety, and also doomed to carry out any measure of success against
Immortal beings if you aim to strive against, instead of respect.
Regardless of what you perceive they have done.

Try for a new child. Move along the path that existence has laid out for
you. Strive not with entities that do not require to call the PMP a
permanent home, in comparison to ourselves.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 16th of Severin, in the year 474 MA.