The demon came charging after Hellstorm, therefore giving him no time to be aware of Wanda's own objective, which he surely would have been thankful for. It wasn't a particularly fair battle...Daimon was slightly limited, possessing a power much up to par with this lord's in his own Hell and in his truest form, but he'd take the challenge (as if he had any other choice), and would exert as much of his power as he could, hopefully enough to carry out the plan gluing together in his mind. Trident pointed, Daimon cast a large spark of mystical energy that bound the lord like chains, lifting him off the ground. The demon was then flung and smashed into the brick wall creating the buffer between this alleyway and another, a vicious snarl coming from him.
Daimon ran after him, a sinister look in his eyes as he threw punches, scratched, stabbed, kicked, and cast every spell and hellfire strong enough...anything to wear this creature down; he had no intention of killing the beast. No, he had something a lot more satisfying in mind. Still, he had his work cut out for him and this lord definitely shared the same kind of hate, bringing him the same punishment, if not worse, a loud painful crack echoing from his ribs as it squeezed his frame with all its strength and every intention of watching his skull explode. "You've...really got to try a lot harder than that," Hellstorm taunted through a bloodied grin, impaling his rival's throat with the three dangerous points of his trident.
Hellstorm fell to the ground with a hard thud while the demon lord clutched his throat and staggered back, its wings creating a forceful, frantic whipping of air that sent Hellstorm and other debris tumbling back. He created a temporary shield around him long enough so that he could push himself back up, ignoring the deep slashes across his body struggling to heal themselves and wiping the blood from his mouth. From his peripheral he could see now that Wanda was working to close the portal but couldn't fully acknowledge it because there the demon lord was, seething several feet in front of Hellstorm with still a little more fight in him.
A rough, devilish chuckle sounded past his lips, a small tornado of hellfire spiraling around him. "Enjoy your last seconds, demon. The end of your reign begins here." A rift similar to Wanda's began to form in thin air behind the demon lord, the opening to Hellstorm's dimension unstitching. He continued to project all of his energy, hellish flames and hisses seeping through the cracks. The demon lord snapped his fangs, taking a step forward only to be halted and clung to by a pair of hands emerging from the portal. What started as a pair multiplied into two pairs, and then three, and four, until there were over a dozen skeletal hands and claws dragging their struggling victim into their hellish passage.
"Let's see how you fare in my Hell," were Hellstorm's last scornful words before the demon lord was entirely engulfed and the dimension sealed, Daimon's trident fading away into nothingness as he collapsed on his knees, weak.