Watching his younger brother break down in tears was not something Lucifer had thought he would be witness to in his immortal existence. Beleth had always been the strongest of all of his brothers. Tears were a weakness or so that is what mortals were told. Tears were an aphrodisiac to demons it set off an alarm in their systems letting them know that their motal prey was wounded and vulnerable. It was easy to possess a mortal when they shed those tears.
Belth was no mortal man, nor did he need to be possessed. If anything, he needed to get a grip on his life. He was reeling from the after effects of his consequences, something he never truly had to face, until now. That meddling Michael. Lucifer had a feeling that pompous angel was up to something, but what? Hell had had dominion over Beatrice's land since time was time.
It was the original falling place of Beleth. By Universal law they had the right to stake the claim and rule it as they saw fit, with the Universal laws intact.
