Straight to the point. Fine, good. It was probably better this way. "I messed up a dark spell," she explained, shrugging. "And instead of doing what I thought it would, it took my soul. Which I ignored. But something's wrong, and it's been getting worse lately. Particularly since we left Earth." Wanda paused here, wondering if Daimon (and the rest of Hell, really), knew about the loss of the planet. Wasn't Hell attached to Earth? She wasn't sure of the specifics, really, but surely they were aware. The whole demon soul barter business had to have been hit rather hard. Contemplating underworld economic systems and how the occult was affected by the exodus from Earth, she continued, "I assume you know what happened to Earth? Anyway, I was hoping you could find some way to get my soul back."