Jesus Christ.. Daimon looked on through the glass with a hardened stare, undaunted and yet deep down he felt a small pang of guilt. It never would have come to this if he'd dealt with the problem sooner. Jessica filled him in on Wanda's current state, to which Daimon sniffed and turned to Fury. "I'll need all neutralizers shut down," he told him, folding his arms back over his chest. Hell's minion would be no good to him completely sedated. Hellstrom glanced Wanda's way again, brows knitted. "The demon could have information." Daimon was sure it would, if it belonged to the Hell-Lord in search of Wanda's soul.