Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?
Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.
Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.
Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?