This brings back the question I've had in mind as to who are the real god's here. I recall a GI answer suggesting Warden Dios ("Dios" means God in Spanish), or Holt Fasner. But even at the time I knew better than to believe SRD's attempt at misdirection. They are only the two "chess-players" of the series, with other characters as their pawns and other pieces. But the pawns, the lowliest pieces on the board, are about to turn the tables and take over the entire game and not just one UMCP ship.
This whole affair was made possible by originally "welding" Angus. Of course I knew back in the second book that he would free himself from it somehow, eventually, it wouldn't be an SRD story if any character lacked freedom forever. Angus is not at this time completely free of it, and he had long-distance help from Dios. And eventually I know Angus will work his way up to the very top of Mt. Olympus and confront the "gods" themselves, confront the dragon in his lair (there was a dragon in Beowulf), and reveal who the real god of the story is.
Angus himself, I cannot see as a hero only a victim. When they were first standing on the bridge of Punisher, seen through Min's eyes, I saw them all as heroes who had survived a time in purgatory. And then they did the unthinkable. Of course. Who else but SRD could make it possible? But Angus, he is SRD's version of Grendel.
Angus' story is one of self-enslavement and eventual freedom. Originally his freedom slowly diminished with each evil act he committed in TRS and before. I could see this in book 2: even surrounded by vast and limitless space, where there is seemingly limitless potential, there never seemed to be much choice in any actions because each is limited by his humanity and the extent to which they choose evil as a course of action. Angus is more like an offspring of the gods in Greek mythology, born fully armed and ready for battle, filled with hate, given a destiny to fulfill not of his own making and seeking vengeance upon those who engraved upon his very soul such an ignominious birthright.Every nail, claw-scale and spur, every spike
and welt on the hand of that heathen brute
was like barbed steel. Everybody said
there was no honed iron hard enough
to pierce him through, no time proofed blade
that could cut his brutal blood caked claw