Seeing Wanda overcome the long wind of torment and abuse, serve her perpetrator, that tyrant, the retribution he deserved for all his horrible acts against her, was pleasing to witness. Hellstorm followed near, his eyes and his skin aflame as he gathered the energy to leave her mind. He drifted closer to the edge, where Asmodeus had been cast out, a proud smirk on his face as he turned toward Wanda. "It's almost over," he reminded her before the flames consumed him, carried him out of her mental chamber and back into the outside present.
Hellstorm returned to find Asmodeus twitching on the ground in the cell, next to the table that still held Wanda's body. He tilted his head, watched the demon lord try to claw away like the pathetic creature that he was. Asmodeus had finally reached an impasse. Daimon caught him with the sharp edges of his trident, sliced his tongue and lunged the blades into the back of his throat. "Any last words?" A slow, sardonic grin stretched dark across the half-demon's face and he scoffed. "Like I give a fuck."
A sickening cry gurgled from the demon lord as he choked on the fatal energy burning him from the inside out. Black bile and decay, beetles and carnage bubbled out of his mouth. His round body lurched and violently contorted, meat tearing, melting and dripping from bone until Asmodeus was a blackened skeleton, laying in his own puddle of sizzling flesh and viscera. A bug making its escape met its fate beneath Daimon's boot. His lip curled in disgust. The diabolical flames ate Asmodeus down to dust.
The vanquished demon's remains were collected in a tightly sealed vial, and magically locked away someplace no one else but Daimon could reach it. It would serve a purpose later. He let go of his trident and went to Wanda, assessed the damage that not only the demon had caused, but the inner battle as well. He placed a glowing hand over her and healed what he could with the energy he had left, and he murmured her name.