The witch, Maleficent, sits in her cold, dark, lair, bored. She taps three fingers on the edge of her chair. The sound is almost like that of horses were cantering into the distance. A pipe somewhere drips. Condensation? a leak? Who knows. This place, like it's owner, is in desperate need of repair. Maleficent rolls her eyes as Faith enters her mind. Faith's sobbing, pleading for help. Her eyes narrow as she concentrates hard, her eyes then close, and her fists tighten. She brings a fist to her mouth. As she opens her palm, she blows a thick cloud of smoke out. Before her, stands my wife, Faith.

Faith tries to make sense of where she is. Maleficent cackles from somewhere behind Faith, -So, you want to make a deal?- followed by a quiet, but nonetheless evil chuckle. Faith turns around sharply, surprised by Maleficent. Her eyes widen as she looks upon the woman who cursed her. Her jaw clenches tightly, as she tries to find her words. -I do. Help me find my wife. Name your price.- Her anger fades into pure desperation as she looks upon Maleficent. Maleficent snakes closer to Faith, she presses her lips against Faith's ear and says. -I'll help you.- She inhales deeply, relishing in the scent of Faith's fear. She turns Faith to look at her square in the eyes. Her gaze is as cold as ice. An evil grin smears across her face, its as if Faith is looking at the Devil himself. -Your life for hers and that of your children's. It could be tomorrow, a week from now, maybe even a few years.- Her smirk grows, knowing she already had the Slayer hooked. -But, know this, when you die. Your soul will be forever trapped, in hell. You'll be tortured. Fiery whips will crack against your back.- Faith stops breathing as she hears those words, fear radiates out of her every pore. Blinded by her love for me, she accepts, begging Maleficent to find me.

Maleficent abruptly grabs Faith's arm, cutting, unnecessarily deep into her flesh. Faith's blood drips exceedingly. Maleficent cups her hand over Faith's cut as she said a few words to seal the deal. She binds Faith to the agreement by blood; A sure way, of no escape. -Perfect! now be gone!- With a wave of her hand, Faith disappears. She appears where she now stands, in front of me, in my chilly, desolate prison.