The sound that came from Wanda's mouth in answer was no curse from the demon, no desperate scream of rage, but a quiet sob. When her eyes opened Wanda stared out, dragged half-crazed into consciousness as the demon burrowed deeper to try and escape the assault. The pain was unbearable, she'd been ripped from the most terrible place in her memories and thrust into a worse one, and she was terrified. In her delirium, she was sure that the devil burning and impaling her was the one in her head somehow made flesh. Daimon's arm against her neck was choking her, his energy was unbearable fire pouring through her veins, the tines of the pitchfork seared at her skin and her blood bubbled around them. This was Hell, she decided. The devil with the diabolical smirk, burning and skewering her, the monster shrieking in her skull, flames climbing the walls. It had to be Hell, Wanda was in Hell. And then Hell became infinitely worse.
Wanda's body abruptly convulsed as Asmodeus began his wild last ditch effort to claim her soul. Now that Hellstorm knew his true name, Asmodeus wasn't sure he could make it out alive. He had to end this, make the bitch beg for death so that he could gobble up that soul fragment and escape. The host must perish. Eyes rolled back in her head, she shook and trembled violently on the table while the demon within quashed and compressed her organs, scraped bone against bone. Asmodeus squealed his frenzied demands in her brain, mocking her as she screamed her throat raw, commanding her to give in. Tears leaked from her eyes, her sobbing lost in her body's tremors. She writhed with the pain, brain on fire with the voice rattling in her skull, the acrid stench of sulfur burning in her throat. Her vision was blurring and she tasted copper on her tongue.
Asmodeus roared in her mind that she deserved this pain, she she could not be saved, she would suffer for all eternity. Unless she gave in to the darkness. Struggling was so hard, she'd fought for so long and she was tired. The pain intensified, she felt ribs cracking, wasn't sure now if the screaming she heard was the demon's or her own. It was too much. Wanda knew she wasn't going to survive this. She needed it to stop, she wanted it to end.
"JUST FUCKING KILL ME!" she finally shrieked, hysterical, and pushed her body up higher on the trident's tines to the handle, her plea trailing into a desperate groan, "Please," she begged, tears trailing through the blood on her face. "Please." She closed her eyes, sinking into darkness. It was time for the pay off on Asmodeus's final frantic gamble. Her will to survive broken, she felt distantly as the Hell Lord inside her breached triumphantly through her last defense of her sorry shard of soul, ready to devour it.