The piece's restoration only swelled Wanda's energy that much more, and the next hex she sent at Asmodeus sent the demon lord sprawling, the last of the mirage sloughed away to reveal his real form. Red hued and pig-faced with long pointed ears and a shock of hair between his horns, the monster appeared more bizarre to Wanda than terrifying. Wrath gleamed in his yellow pinpoint eyes and he gnashed razor-sharp teeth as he shook off the blow and clambered to stand. This was no easy feat; Asmodeus's build was squat but bulky, arm and legs bulging with muscle even as a pot belly undulated towards his knees as he dug cloven hooves into the ground to spring him forward.
""JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!" the demon snarled, diving towards Wanda again. Ready for him, she hit him with an energy blast to put some distance between them and then raised her hand. "No," she growled back and, with a gesture, the ground buckled and cracked into a fissure beneath the demon's feet. It swallowed him to his fleshy stomach, trapping him in the earth. "You don't belong here," Wanda snapped as she advanced, hand held out to shield her from the hellfire he lobbed at her, each blast sizzling and smoking against a wall of scarlet energy. She felt hellfire and sulfur in her soul, Daimon's influence, but it fueled her fury and urged her on.
The bolt she sent in turn left deep wounds over the demon's exposed skin, they bled black and he began to beat his fists, petulantly, trying to free himself before her next strike. "You don't belong here," she repeated, and with her next blast of energy, Asmodeus began to gag and choke, his eyes wide and terrible with malevolence. "Go," Wanda demanded, and the earth that held him squeezed his bulbous body with nauseating squelching and pops. The creature had rejected mercy, so she would offer none. Wanda wouldn't give the demon another chance to break her down.
The next crack of her energy sent demon rocketing from the crevice and skidding over grass and rocks that dissolved as he rolled over them. The memory world became evanescent, fading into formless darkness as Wanda pushed the demon from the darkest recesses of her mind. Wheezing, Asmodeus crawled away as Wanda stalked closer, simultaneously far away and terrifyingly near in the nebulous obscurity of her headspace. The demon groaned as blast after blast hit him, rendering the same tortures upon him that he had inflicted upon Wanda.
"P-please," he begged, groveling on his knees even as he tried to scurry backwards. Wanda stopped in front of him, eyes blazing and mouth set in a hard line. "Get. Out.," she whispered the words and then threw back her head to scream, holding out both of her hands to him with a last burst of energy that would finally cast the demon from her. "GET OUT!"