(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/maeve_zps05ebd769.png)<br/><br/>Considering Aderia's latest suggestion, Maeve couldn't help but feel like that poor idiot in the story who, stumbling across a genie and wishing for a million dollars, was crushed to death under the weight of a hundred million pennies. Apparently, there were always loopholes. So before she entered into deep slumber, she called out, "Sal, not that I think this is really necessary, but just in case, don't kill Aderia. That's an order." And then, slightly more loudly so that she could be heard in the family room outside. "Same goes for your Aderia. I order you not to kill Salathiel." That being done, she turned and wrapped herself in the covers, not particularly secure in the knowledge but still hopeful that perhaps she could get some sleep.<br/><br/>For a while at least. When 3 AM came, it would see Maeve softly sobbing into her pillow. The tears came about this time every night and for largely the same reason each time. She had gotten used to them, an old friend who she had to chase off during the day, but could be expected to return with a painful reliability. Even in a world filled with angels and demons, pain would always be a constant.