My name's Peter. Can I play too?

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

Men-kind shared this world for but a blink, then, sadly, they became enlightened, found science and religion. The new world of men left little room for magic or the magical creatures of old. Earth’s first children were driven into the shadows by flame and cold iron, by man’s insatiable need of conquest.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

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

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