The way he saw it, shutting down the sedation was going to save him time. Without them, that's less time spent arguing with the bastard, going in circles as it insisted to have the energy turned off anyway. Still, he expected the thing to mouth off regardless. Daimon approached Wanda, looked her over solemnly. The demon did a real number on her. He could feel something build up in his chest, but swallowed it down and turned away to consider his companions, who were probably better off behind the safety of that window up there. "You sure you wanna be in here?" This exorcism wasn't going to be a pretty sight, and frankly, his companions would be better off within the protection of that room above. One look at Jessica, however, and he knew there was no convincing them. They wanted to be there, so be it. As long as they stayed out of his way.
But first, they would need protection. Hellstorm raised his hands - "Stay where you are," he instructed as his orbs took on their reddish glow. A golden arcane symbol spawned from his palms and expanded around his companions as a fiery barrier, engulfed them before it faded away into invisibility. Jessica raised a brow and Daimon, wearing a neutral frown on his face said, "So the demon can't possess you." Because that was the last thing he needed on top of this shitstorm. The Son of Satan turned back to Wanda and invoked another emblem of intricate design, large and bright beneath her with tears of fire at flat pinnacles of the pentagram. He stepped within it and muttered a latin invocation to get the demon's full attention. Showtime.