Hidden hatreds will always bring ruins and Lug knew that better than anyone who tasted it. He would cover up behind his glorious feature to mislead his puppets and at the same time those who touched light can see his real face. But ogre were filthy themselves so he didn't need to change shapes and wear a mask. Their hidden hatred towards creatures from first big war remained in dark corners, rooting to find a way out and pour blood of whom dragged them down underneath in the dirtiest point of the world.
Yes, they were living in lowerlingly, nasty and Cimmerian caves under first crust. "Disgusting you Gian! Couldn't you at least find a better place?" Lug thought as the smell of steamy oozy lakes has bitten his nose like coral snake. But he couldn't lose face by showing that misery on his appearance, if he wanted this king of Ogre beside him. These race of giants were the only accessible ones on earth.
