Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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.

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

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

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

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

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