Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.
Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?
Had not enough gone wrong?
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
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.