He knew how demons worked, and had most of the demons come in and visit him, while the golems stood guard outside. The message to the demons was simple.<em>Work for me, and you can eventually earn a better demonic form. Double cross me, fuck with me, or even just consider it too long, and I will shred your essence and feed it to the demons that stayed loyal. Report a double cross that didn't happen, and I will give you to a balor to be tortured, before your essence is shredded and given to the smarter demons.</em><br/><br/>He knew he was still going to have to dismantle a handful of demons, but the combination of a threat and offer of more power would keep most of the smarter ones in line, and watching each other, hoping to catch one of the others attempting. He grinned, and simply played along, adding a few of his own demons that Karameil felt could follow orders and not feel the urge to go much further, babau's and vrocks mostly, to ensure that all the demons were dancing to his tune. He then sat back and waited, knowing eventually he would be called to the medusa, and the next step would be put into motion.