he saw all the masks that were called damon julian and giles lamont and gilbert d'aquin and philip caine and sergei alexov and a thousand other men fall away , and behind each one was another , older and more horrible , layer on layer of them each more bestial than the last , and at the bottom the thing had no charm , no smile , no fine words , no rich clothing or jewels , the thing had nothing of humanity , was nothing of humanity , had only the thirst , the fever , red , red , ancient and insatiable .