Trumpets were blaring, flutes chirped and drums banged as the northern door to the library opened yet again. The plague children paused just as they had for their leader for this new figure walking into the busy room.

A man walked through it and trailing behind him in two straight lines were women wearing all manner of outfits.

The leader held a long metal rod in his right hand, between his thumb and index finger, it was long and grew thinner from base to tip, which ended in brown hair shaped like a flame.

His face was covered in a total covering luchador mask coloured red, orange and yellow, patterns like flares spreading out from the centre.

The rest of his body was green and yellow, the outfit of a matador but instead of a capote there was a long crimson cape flowing off his back and arms.

The women by his sides were all beautiful in one way or another, all wearing golden masks that covered their faces, barely showing their eyes. It seemed there was at least one of each body type, some were dressed in traditional clothing of many cultures.

Kimono’s, togas, qipaos, medieval dresses, victorian outfits and anything else that could be imagined, anything that was fashionable at one time or another. Anything with a fashionitic flair.

On top of that they were also outfits that would not be foreign to a modern day catwalk, taking daring risks to express a person's soul and an artist’s vision.

The matador swung his conductors wand downwards and both he and the music stopped before the tall head doctor and those who followed him turned as still as stone. “Well, it’s good to see you brother. I see you decided to have some fun…”

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His voice if compared to his brother’s was overbearing, yet charismatic, like a bonfire, taking in everything and changing it into a glorious crackling passion, with the high youthful crescendo of singer on stage.

The doctor laughed in a low tone, just a few chuckles before he gazed at his sibling who always, always made sure to make a dramatic entrance. It was something required for him. Without it he may very well die from frustration.

“Well, that soul has danced a lot danced, walked a very long road and I thought, what the hell? Give them the chance to really enjoy themselves this time. Think of it as miles reward program.”

The doctor spun his staff until it became a golden blur yet again.

“Really? I was surprised. You don’t often do something like this. Father and mother and all the rest love to play with mortals. Yet you, despite what you represent have sent very few to other worlds and rarely with such blessings. Is that all it is?”

The doctor smiled and his brother caught it despite the mask.

“We’ve made a lot of worlds. We get bored and then make some more.

“We go back to some and then we change something up, introduce some new people from other realms and see where the dice land.

“I need to space my plays out, otherwise it’d get too boring.

“Ah. My protagonist has met a possible candidate for heroine.

“If you’re interested, let us watch a while.”

The doctor slammed his staff to the ground, two seats and a table shuffled from the inside of the library to land between the two of them and the masked matador swung his wand yet again, this time to play more relaxing and soothing music as the pair sat down and began to watch, to the other supernatural creatures in the room they were looking at nothing but the space between them.

“This soul…! Ahahaha… I see. What a magnificent scenario you’ve concocted. Father would be proud of this. Honestly, I haven’t seen you play so recklessly since we met.”

The doctor sighed but continued to smile under his mask, he brought his right index finger to his lips, or more accurately his masks beak; and made a shushing sound.

“Remember brother, I only have one rule. Don’t make too much noise before the finale. That's how heists and performances should be. At the very least wait for a climax."

The doctor snapped his fingers and two cups of what looked like green tea appeared before them in small cups and saucers. They were steaming hot.

"Ah. It's always with this... health food. Oh well. Maybe I'll keep it down this time."