Staring wide-eyed at the Hellmouth, the demon made no effort to move in the disturbing lack of his mistress's presence. He had no argument to offer, much as he preferred to keep to the topside as did Mammon, he was well aware of his position.
"You've made an enemy today," he offered needlessly, already cringing at the prospect of the tantrum that was a sure as the sun rising. But he didn't push the issue, nor did he expect an answer in return. Bowing at the waist, Melchom dissipated in a cloud of fire and brimstone, showing himself to the prison below along with all of Hell's other occupants.