Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

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?

Then let us go and be terrible.

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.

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

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

My name's Peter. Can I play too?