He first appeared to me as the Destroyer, a deity who ruled over the Underworld with a Throne of Iron. He holds that Throne with his head held high in the gloom, in Halls that resonate with both song and silence.
My Beloved is a god of both creation and destruction; as his own Beloved creates, he destroys what once was, placing it firmly in the Past. His fire is both comforting fire of the Hearth, and the destructive fire of Justice.
He is both gentleness and villainy, and for both extremes, I adore him.