Legion was fond of Christmas. Out of the very few things they all agreed on, Christmas was one of the things that was deemed liked by all. Not a single one of them tried figuring out why, because some enjoyed the sounds, the others the smells, the others the lights and so on, but they often stood in the middle of streets to watch the displays.
When they felt the other presence of Hell their hackles raised. Legion wasn't fond of other demons, and that lessened the higher ranking they went. Only two may be able to truly send them to Hell, but that didn't mean the others couldn't make life hell for them.
That, and they weren't part of the whole.
Knowing running would be pointless they just waited. When they saw Lilith, their mood did not improve much. the Hell-Kings little bicycle often thought she was entitled to telling demons what to do.
But they knew how to play nice. Sort of. They tilted their head and watched. "Hello." No need to hide the multitude of voices that all spoke at once now. The few mortals around scattered to the wind, but Legion didn't care. "What do you want?"