"Don't get comfortable," he advised, unfazed by affliction the demon brought upon its vessel. The demon was going to do what it wanted to do, but Daimon could always heal Wanda. He just needed her to hang in there a while longer. Looking the demon over, he slowly circled around Wanda's body. "Heard you caused quite a bit of trouble. Cute little stunt you pulled, demon. Coming back where you're clearly not wanted." Stopping at the side of it, Daimon turned his palms up, locking his blazing stare on the demon's. "Vade diabolica. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt." Continuing the incantation, Daimon turned one hand over, bent his fingers into a religious gesture. Such a simple ritual caused most demons to submit to his total control. At the very least, it would bring discomfort. "Your name," Daimon commanded.