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

Christians. They’re determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.” The Lady’s face hardened. “This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.

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

Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.

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.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

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?