Daimon found Asmodeus fast, sensed the demon's presence and followed residual energy its foul aura left behind. There hadn't been anytime to stop and taken Wanda's grotesque memory--there was so much to do and little time to do it. When he'd found Wanda, that much had been made clear. Daimon quickly dissociated the demon from the body he was wearing, seeing the damnable wretch for what it was right through the stolen flesh. In the half-demon's anger was a pang of sadness seeing who Wanda feared most and understanding it all too well. Hellstorm appeared behind Asmodeus and struck.
A lullaby of tearing muscle and bloody tissue, crackling bones and leaking organs reached Daimon's ears as he impaled the demon all the way through, until the three spikes of his trident poked out of its stomach, each burning hot with hellfire. "Get away from her," Hellstorm snarled as he tore Asmodeus away from Wanda's mutilated body, raised the monster like a mound of rotting meat up with his spear, and tossed him with incredible strength, further into Wanda's nightmare.