Hey Lucifer! Mom said I could write you a letter, so here I am! It beats homework.

Mom really misses you. I miss you too, you know. But I can tell she's been really sad. She was dragging me to churches the last few weeks. Churches! How ridiculous is that? Anyway, she finally told me that you were really the devil and you're really in hell (which I knew already but it was nice to know for sure) and I think that is So. Cool. But it does suck that you can't come visit. Why can't you come visit? If you're in charge, can't you just come back on weekends or something? I think that's a good idea.

School sucked. I got in a fight with a guy. It reminded me of when I pushed Jenny – remember that bully? And then I missed you more. So you should come visit.

Talk to you soon!

Love, Trixie


Lucifer,

It's me again. Obviously. And Trixie, too, she wanted to write you a letter.

She knows, Lucifer. I don't know how I feel about it, but it's almost like she's known all along. It makes me feel like an idiot for not believing you sooner. I'm sorry about that.

No luck with the churches. I'm sorry I didn't write sooner, I've just been so focused on helping you, but it's all turning up crap here. It's so frustrating!

We closed that case I wrote about. I've been finishing the paperwork and it's been abnormally quiet at the precinct. There's this random guy that keeps trying to stop by and talk to me, but somehow I'm always gone when he does. Everybody always acts weird when I come back and they say he stopped by again. They're all really…normal. Too normal. I wish I had your insight on this. It must be a coincidence.

I wish I could help you. I just don't know how, Lucifer. I hope you know I've been trying as hard as I can. I don't want to lose you forever.

Yours,

Chloe.