Asmodeus stood straighter, ignoring his own wounds from Hellstorm's attack, and grinned. "Well ssssee, you've dropped the win right into my lap" He finally focused on Wanda and, when he did, the smile that twisted her doppelganger's lips faltered. That scrap of soul in her was stronger and with their proximity he could feel the piece he'd devoured flaring inside him with its own power, aching to return to its home. Power was power, though, and so Asmodeus drew on it to an orb of hellfire that he launched at Wanda. The hand she raised glowed faintly red and deflected the volley of soul-burning flame. Wanda's stolen face was shocked, but Asmodeus recovered quickly to scoff her.
"So the coward grew a backbone? Too little, too late. I've seen inside your head. I know what you are. Nothing. A worthlessss pawn, Daddy'ssss little murderer, his disappointment. Still too afraid of him to ever be more than a ssscared ssstupid child. Even when you're pretending you're a hero.," Asmodeus cackled darkly, his gaze flickering between them, ready for an attack from Hellstormm even as he goaded Wanda.
He had to keep pushing, break her again, get the rest of her soul if he was to face Mephisto and live. There was no other choice; cutting his losses and escaping crossed his mind, but only briefly. He was a demon lord, dammit, and he wouldn't be the laughingstock of the underworld. Again. If Mephisto didn't eviscerate him for his failure before his peers among the demonry of hell had their chance to ostracize him. Hellstorm was the lesser of all evils in the equation, he'd take his chances with another fight. Especially now that her soul seemed to have regained some of its power, he could use it. He wanted it.
"Shut up," Wanda snapped, her resolve wavering. The world around them wavered, too, and a whispered voice sounded around them. Magneto's voice, disdainful and belittling, echoing the demon's disdain. Asmodeus grinned.