Wanda Maximoff (daddysredwitch) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2015-09-19 00:21:00 |
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Holy water cannot help you now, see I've come to burn your kingdom down-
Characters: Wanda, Jess, Daimon
Setting: The Sphere then Heeeeell
Content: Hell stuff
Summary: Wanda and Daimon go to Hell for a chat with Mephisto
Home was the last place Wanda wanted to go, but the smiling nurse- one of the few left who could smile around the surly half-demon that haunted her hospital room- seemed to think she should be pleased that she was going home and so Wanda didn't argue. Home was where she'd first been possessed, tried to kill Jessica, attacked Tony. Hell, that wasn't even home at all really, it was simply what she had to pretend was home because her real home, Earth, was lost forever. Jessica wasn't staying there, she knew, and Wanda couldn't blame her. Their place would be empty. Going home, even from the hospital, was not proving to be a particularly joyous event. Wanda wasn't even sure if anyone had gone to clean up the animal viscera in her bedroom. Delightful.
The hospital stay probably should have been even longer, but between she, Daimon, and the effort of doctors Wanda mended more quickly than anticipated. Her powers were effective in short exhausting bursts, not quite what they were when she had a whole soul, but enough to help speed up her recovery. Daimon's healing ability helped, too, along with plenty of rest and drugs to keep her sound asleep with all her nightmares at bay. Most of her recuperation was spent in dreamless sleep, and when she was awake for her sullen visitors none of them talked very much. The silence between the trio was actually more neutral than outright awkward. Wanda didn't know what had gone on between Jess and Daimon when she was out, but they seemed to have some wary truce where she was concerned. Wanda appreciated it; having them there meant more than she could express to either of them (probably, she guessed, they both preferred that she didn't try).
One thing that no one brought up in their rare conversations was the possession and the continued fractured state of Wanda's soul. It took a few days for Wanda to fully calm down after her ordeal, waking when the medication wore off to shrieking terror until someone could sedate her, remind her of where she was and that she was safe. Best not to upset her if you can help it, that's what the nurses quietly reminded any of her visitors, and it became the law of the land. Wanda brought up her soul only once to Daimon, asked what it meant now they knew who had it. He'd had some answers that boiled down to the fact that if Mephisto were mutilating her soul, they'd see its effects because of its connection to the shard inside her. She didn't admit it, but knowing that this was a possibility only became more nightmare fodder. Since her soul, wherever it was, was apparently intact its immediate retrieval wasn't so dire (and besides, apparently time passed differently in other dimensions). What he didn't explicitly say was why he was sticking around, but Wanda had an idea. Mephisto could very well send another demon to finish the job, and she might not be strong enough in her convalescence to fend off an attack. That made her anxious, too.
A doctor finally told Wanda she would be discharged soon in one of those rare moments when both Daimon and Jessica were absent. She had depended too much on her friend and guardian already, decided that she ought to face her homecoming alone. See if she could cope with the worst of what she'd done in the place that she'd done it. Wanda told neither Jessica or Daimon when she was released. So of course they were both waiting for her outside her room when she stepped out the door, dressed in yoga pants and an over-sized sweater provided by a nurse. Wanda didn't ask where they'd come from. In the hallway, she smiled wanly between the pair of them and led the way outside the hospital. Outside its doors she faltered, turn to look between them again and ask a question of them both, "What now?"