The End and The Death: Volume One

"I have been his Sigillite long enough to know that he is aware
of how he looks. He so detests this unfortunate aspect: a
golden king, idle upon a golden throne. He dislikes seeming to
be the very thing he has emphatically opposed. I have always
known him to be very deliberate in his presentation. Over the
millennia, he has worn many masks, each suitable to the task
at hand. His mind, his greatest gift, allows him significant
flexibility in such things. He has appeared as male or female,
or neither, as child or elder, peasant or king, magician or fool.
He has been an entire cartomantic arcana, for the Master of
Mankind is also a master of disguise. He has performed all of
these roles well, with delicacy. He has been humble when
humility was needed, gentle when softness was the best
device, sly, amiable, reassuring, commanding, caring. He has
been terrible when terror was the only recourse, and
sometimes meek in order to inherit the Earth. He has been
whomever and whatever it has been necessary to be. No one
has ever seen his true face, or learned his true name.
Not even me. I have known him by as many names as he has
worn masks, and by as many faces. It occurs to me, belatedly,
in this last hour of the final act, that perhaps, just like everyone
else, I have only ever seen what he has allowed me to see.
Perhaps, even if this room was filled with a multitude, I would
still be the only one who would see a golden king upon a
golden throne, the only one for whom those fingers would
appear to tremble.
The notion is amusing that even now, after all we have
shared, he still hides from me. It’s said I am a wise man, but I
know only two things for certain. The first is that there is
always something more to learn. His persistent mystery has
taught me that.
The second is that, just a short while from now, he will
finally grant me the opportunity to see and know the rest, all
the things I have not yet learned, the full and final truths of
creation."
-The End and The Death: Volume One