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?

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.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

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