"Please excuse my Furniture, Lucifer. She is supposed to be the personification of Pride. She tends to get all worked up to save her reputation," Beatrice sighed with a playful "sing-song" voice towards Yang, but she will admit, Lucifer was very arrogant for the demon she was. "But you let me stay out of rest of my sisters!" Lucifer whined and stomped her feet, not wanting to feel like an useless pawn.