Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.