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.

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

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.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

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.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.