"Hear me! [all fall silent] Soon you will be costuming yourselves for the masque. A celebration, my friends. A celebration of victory over death, of evil over good. Monsignor Scarlatti will not be joining us...he failed to obey my orders. But because of me, through my mediation with my master, the Lord of Flies, you, all of you, unworthy though you may be, will be safe from the Red Death. We promise you...unless of course you incur our displeasure. For some of you are guilty of acts against us. Acts of faith perhaps. And all of you I suspect still harbor some sacred thoughts. But no more. A fallen angel will protect you."