"There's interest." It reached a hand to its face to claw an experimental slash down Wanda's cheek, licking blood from its fingers, then continued conversationally as if they were simply having a friendly chat. A cruel little smirk was never far from Wanda's mouth. "Her energy is tied to that soul, it's strong. Plenty of use for it down below." Someonewas after the soul. And here the Son of Satan remained, wasting his time, playing right into the distraction. The demon cackled in his face.