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

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

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead..

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?.

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers..

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

Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing..

Did he dare trust this insane boy?.

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

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

What will happen, will happen..

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play..

Then let us go and be terrible..

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 i….

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 tog….

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another..