"I won't do that." Asmodeus had done a good job of crushing her spirits, but it wasn't her time to go. Death crept near, but Hellstorm wasn't handing her over. He frowned, shook his head adamantly. "I happen to know that there's a woman out there waiting for you, who swore she'd murder me if I didn't bring you back. There's a whole universe out there for you, of people who care, who'd be fucking miserable without you. Your life, I promise you, is not, and never will be, as bleak and painful as you think it is now." He let out a low, rueful chuckle. "I fucking promise you." Daimon wet his lips, shook his head. "You have it in you to keep going, you've come this far. Fucking wake up and win this. Your life is yours to fight for, don't give up on it. You're too good," it was almost accusatory, the way he scoffed and stared down at her, eyes narrowed in exasperation. "You're too important. Jesus, Wanda, don't be so goddamn stupid." Rendered breathless by his own frustration, Daimon cradled her head by the back of her neck, forced her to look him in the eyes. His voice dipped back into a unrelenting growl. "Believe it or not, but this isn't the end for you."