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When Sauron walks towards the cells of Angband or to his labs, those who dwell still in Valinor would pause in confusion to see him, for the Abhorred wears robes of the purest white, that gleam even in the half-light of the few torches. They would wonder why he wears white. Does Morgoth not hate the light? Does white not represent innocence and purity that none would deny is antithetical to Sauron and his master? It is not even that Sauron is feigning innocence; his bearing drips malice; he carries knives and implements of torment; beyond the robes, he wears only a cruel and eager smile.
But should those of Valinor see Sauron walking away from the cells or his labs, they would wonder no more. They would see him, walking away, satisfied and wet and dressed in art that would be beautiful if they did not know anything of what horrors made it. They would realize that white, to the Abhorred, represents merely a canvas to be painted.
And he, who was once called Admirable, paints with blood.