Megatron isn't usually of the superheroing type, but he supposes that invaders from hell trashing your space station is the type of call to action that he was expected to respond to. That is how he ended up with this particular pair of viciously thrashing, fire spitting fellows clutched in each hand. Demons were hardier than your garden variety organics, thankfully, so he had less to worry about when literally squeezing them for information.

More than that, this looked like the handiwork of a far more powerful demon he had gotten a visit from. One holding intriguing promises about bringing new life to his homeworld. Tempting, certainly. But he's dealt with enough traitorous Decepticons to find the offer too convenient to be true. And what was the point of victory if you had to accept the help of some outsider, anyway?

So instead, through a little interrogation of Neron's minions, he finds himself at the hell portal from which they originated.

"You've outlived your usefulness," he says, not really specifying to which demon he was talking to. With an angry shriek from the lucky candidate suddenly being swung through the air, the demon gets unceremoniously chucked back into the portal like a stone being skipped across a lake. Megatron then looks at that hand, covered in some kind of viscous fluid and still-burning flames. Absolutely disgusting.

"When will I find an organic that doesn't leak?"