The way contracts with the fae work is they don't require you to give something to get something but if you don't there is a price. To receive something positive without giving anything you need to endure something negative, there are many ways to do this but I chose good old-fashioned pain and so the payment for 12 hours of the power required to rip wards to pieces and summon enough hellfire to level an opulent mansion is 12 hours of the most mind-bending inescapable indescribable pain I've ever experienced. my body contracts so I can't move as searing pain rips through my skin and digs into my bones, the sounds of my screams fall on my unhearing ears as I feel like my eyes are expanding in my head and my muscles tear through the sheer exertion that weathering this pain is putting me through, my vocal cords are fried and my screams reduce to gurgles as I'm lost in an ocean of agony. The only thing I'm concentrating on now isn't weathering the pain or even surviving the one thing that is keeping my mind from shattering like sugar glass under the onslaught of excruciating pain is the thought of those oh-so-sweet emerald eyes that captured my heart that day in first year. That brave, stupid, reckless idiot that I love with all my heart is the only thing that stops my mind from snapping like a twig.