It felt like forever that his eyes bore into hers, until she turned away, and he could stand. Daimon rubbed his face, pointed his trident to open up a portal. "Hang in there, beautiful." He looked over his shoulder, kept his gaze low, before he grunted and tore a hole in the air, stepped into the spiral of flames that welcomed him, pulled him into the energy. He'd be back with her soul. It might kill him in the end, but the way he looked at it, death wasn't any worse than living his Hell. Daimon cast her one more glance before the gate sealed up, and like that, he was gone.