It was difficult, but she held back the rising tide of pain, tried to block out the noise around them until it faded. Asmodeus stared at Daimon, wondering why he hadn't attacked, but he didn't have long to ponder before Wanda spoke.
"Leave," she said quietly, raising her fingers in warning. The demon's words, her father's voice, shook her but also reminded her of what she was, what she wanted to be. Pretending or not, she tried to be a hero, show mercy. She didn't have to be the pitiful failure that he said she was, the monster that her father was. "Give me what you stole from me and go. This is your last chance."
Asmodeus threw back his head and laughed, covering his unease. When he looked at her again he sent another jet of hellfire that she easily blocked and the demon knew that it had to try harder. "Still pretending, I ssssee. What, that you're better? Poor little idiot, clinging to the delusion that you're good for anything, that anyone really caresss." The hiss left his voice, mimicked Wanda's with a mocking sneer, "Oh woe is me, nobody loves me. You're a filthy used-up whore, who would want you? You've brought nothing but misery to everyone around you. Even him-" it jerked its head towards Daimon. Hellstorm's presence seemed to give her confidence, so Asmodeus had to make her think she had no real ally, take away her crutch. "You think he wants to be here? Do you think that he still loves you? That he ever did?" The demon laughed again, harsh and derisive, using Wanda's own voice to expose her pitiful hopes and shame. "No. He's only here to undo the damage you've done, he doesn't give a shit about you. Just someone else to clean up your mess. Maybe if you'd given up sooner, you could have finally done some good and saved everyone the trouble of dealing with your constant fuck ups."
The voice of her father was rising to surround them again, joined now by other familiar voices, people she loved, all of them angry and accusing. Asmodeus wasn't doing this, Wanda was doing it to herself. She made a vain attempt to shoot a hex bolt at the demon, to make it stop taunting her with her own face and voice, but the energy at her finger tips fizzled and died as the phantom voices grew louder. Wanda lifted her hands to her ears as if somehow she could block out what was happening in her own head.