(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/maeve_zps05ebd769.png)<br/><br/>In the hospital, all was quiet. Maeve's mother was sleeping, with the aid of certain pharmaceuticals, and the only sound was the beeping of the various machines monitoring her life signs. In Maeve's apartment, however, things were much more frenetic.<br/><br/>Putting it simply, recent events had put Maeve in a panic. And so she wasn't really thinking everything through. All she wanted to do was reverse the spell a little bit, so it wasn't quite so intense. So<em>he</em>wasn't quite so intense. So she found one. Or what she thought was one.<br/><br/>But she had to work fast, before her angel returned. She drew the twin rings. She drew the symbols. She grabbed a gold bracelet, the last remaining artifact of her father's existence, and used an old pair of scissors to tear a piece off. It wasn't as if there was anything truly good to remember about him anyway. She retrieved a pair of scissors from the drawer, and quickly but carefully drew it across her hand in order to draw blood, which covered the small piece of gold. She washed her hand and bandaged it, and then stood by the circle to say the words.<br/><br/>"I, Maeve Harrison, take you, demon, to be my servant from this day forward. From this day forward I bind my soul to yours as your master, and you shall stay with me as my faithful and loving servant. Be it so until I should choose to release you, or until death do us part."<br/><br/>It was then, as her hand released the golden trinket, that she processed the words she had spoken and the fact that this wasn't a reversal spell. Suddenly two lessons learned two late came to mind. The first was read directions carefully. And the second was that the road to Hell was paved with good intentions.