who: Daimon and Wanda setting: Somewhere in New York. content: A little bit of violence, maybe some flirting, but other than that, it should be pretty clean. summary: A demon has made its way into this universe and Wanda just happens to be there while it all goes down.
Daimon could see the spiraling gap growing wider and wider by the second. The grotesquely shaped demon could too, as it ricocheted from one burning wall to the next, howling madly like a hyena while it picked up speed. "You will not win, demon," the Son of Satan himself growled, one hand pressed against a nasty gash gushing out black blood. It had been quite the battle with this one. Eyes flickering with a hellfire-like tint, he caught up, but as he had feared, he was a second too late in lunging after the creature, as they both tumbled through the portal, tangled together and leaving a following trail of flames down the way they came. To a stop they came and Daimon exerted his strength to pin him down to the ground. "Time to go back where you came fro--" One violent claw to the face and a forceful kick to the gut, Daimon flung back into a wall, pieces of the structure crumbling down along with him. This...was starting to be frustrating."