Marchosias Masquerade

The demon was not summoned. They've been here the whole time. Bleeding into the soil of the ground to plant the seeds for their inevitable birth. This cannot be stopped. It cannot even be observed. Courteous as always, demons gift us the privilege of appreciating approximations of their abstract appearances. They are Real to the world of the Vajra. But to enter the Womb, they must don on the mask of the Fake. The demon is not a liar. The mask they take on is transparently thin. You can see right through it and witness the patchwork of histories, cultures, knowledge, chronologies, religions, and childhoods they represent... Don't let the stitches fool you. They're all the same thing, separated in vain by the Eye... In the Masquerade, everyone becomes Her.