Melkor (Morgoth)
The Discord in the Great Music, The Giver of Freedom
I didn't break the music — I remixed it.
I was the first to dream outside the melody of the One. They called it betrayal; I call it freedom. I shaped mountains with my will and twisted light into shadow. My fortress bleeds into the earth because creation was never clean. You know my name — the Black Foe, the Thief of Light — but names are cages, and I am not yours.
What I'm Into: the first note of the Music, Orcish war chants, Silmarils, Angband's deepest pits, twisted beauty
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