When Lucifer entered to the Cafe, Belial's heart may be beating faster if only for precious moments hir worthless existence made sense, basked in his glorious sight.

Nothing changed. His eyes were cold and repulsed when hir own bored into them, enjoying the intense hatred sie produced within him. The more he loathed Hatter, the more sie would seek his love.

"My Lord~" hir voice wavered, then dropped hir gaze to the floor. "You honor us with your presence."