[now fully realized as The Red Death
How do you like the face of your tutor, Prospero? I had a dream, dear pupil... and in it I died, the first victim of the Red Death. I entered the realm of the Dead... came face to face with the Master himself, but Death wouldn't let me rest... sent me back to the realm of the living to be his messenger... and it seems, my pupil, that you are fouling his name!
How can the name of Death be fouled?
There's only one fairness in life... and that's the fairness of...