For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

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.

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.

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

The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?