There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.
For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
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?
Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.
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.