Diablo, that's what that fortune teller in Mexico told Wicked Mags gave his soul to. That meant he wasn't human anymore. That's what all her books told her so she had to prepare.
The madness began while she was in the shower. A panic washed over her as she became aware of how much metal was in the suite. Razors,phones, appliances ,lamps, the knobs, the faucets, the rings on the curtains, the grates, the bed springs, everything could kill them if he came back. And he was going o come back. He was going to come back and finish what he started. It all had to go Wicked had to be ready this time. She made the walls explode, causing the knobs and faucets to come out of the ink, she smashed the door until the handles came out. She took the TV,the complimentary coffee maker and her phone and threw them off the baloney. That wasn't enough though he was pure evil and this would only stall him. He could still hurt them if he wanted to
That's when she cracked it. He was something immortal, he was something supernatural and needed to be fought in a different way. She smashed a mirror and pierced the skin of her palms. She had to ward off evil just as the fortune teller instructed, but seeing as there was no chickens she'd have to use her own blood to ward off Magnus' evil. When every entry-way was framed with blood and every warding symbol was on the walls she made a circle on the carpet and sat down with her tooth brush and began to sharpen it. No one was going to hurt her family again.