I died in the Beauty’s embrace.

From there, she can attack the demon, and instead of becoming his dead bride, be the one who cuts his head off.

The Underworld's lady must allow herself to be a goddess who takes charge and makes demands, who takes look at herself and at the world.

Her creativity is finally hers again, not her father's. She is finally born, not as a perfect goddess of her father's mind, but as a human.

She is the illusion and liberation from illusion. She is where duality between the two ceases to exist.