Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
There is always something left to lose.
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?
Had not enough gone wrong?
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?