162 Unwanted Guests

"You have no business being here," Beatrice told the pair. 

Lucifer stood at the head of her desk. His arm was resting on the back of the chair. His gaze was on Beatrice. Lilith stood in front of her. Both looked the same as when she had first met them at the feast in hell. 

Lilith wore a black cape with blood-red satin lining. She wore a white velvet gown with gold accessories underneath it. Her nails were long and sharp. Her red hair was in a neat bun tucked behind her ears. 

"We have every right to be here," Lucifer argued, "You are my brother's. " He reminded her. 

Beatrice was furious. How dare he say those words. She kept her composure, knowing both of these beings were volatile. They were being kind at the moment. That kindness could turn into cruelty at any second if she misstepped. 

She made sure to choose her words wisely.