The demon seemed unfazed by the fact that Daimon still intended to try to exorcise (it was hoping for nothing less). He was playing right into its desires, and it had a promise to keep, after all. It grinned and shrieked laughter over the sound of his incantation. The grin it wore faded considerably when Daimon conjured his holy water and salt, and it hissed when the liquid splashed over skin. The holy water actually burned Wanda's flesh; some myths and rituals existed for a reason. While her flesh sizzled and puckered, the demon hid itself away and let her take the brunt of the pain. Wanda groaned and rolled her face away, only half-conscious.
When the blistering subsided, angry red welts stood out on Wanda's pale face and the demon returned to glower up at Daimon. It bared it's teeth and raised Wanda's head to slam it down, hard, on the table. "Ab insidiis," it croaked and lifted her head once more only to bash it down again. "Diaboli." WHAM. "Libera nos." WHAM "DOMINE." WHAM. It began the chant again, louder, Wanda's head cracking with more force after each word. There was blood on the surface.