Daimon obliterated the first monster out of the three, impaling its hornless chest and pumping it with soul fire, until the energy broke through its flesh, flowing like lava through the cracks. The beast released a death cry as its lifeforce perished, and its body burned to ash. The half-demon glanced at Wanda from the corner of his eye, keeping her within his periphery even as he shifted his attention on onslaught of beasts.
They circled him like vultures, gnashing their teeth, thinking they had their food finally trapped. Until they didn't. In the blink of an eye Daimon was outside the monsters' snare in a spiral of fire, his trident pointed at them. Hot, blinding energy poured from the Hell staff, lifting the monsters up in a bubble of flames. They writhed around violently as the fire ate at them, tangled up in each other's thorns, killing each other before their blazing casket devoured them entirely, leaving nothing but dusty remains drifting in the wind.
Scowling, Daimon backed toward Wanda, his weapon raised defensively as he looked around for more creatures.