Author's Note: Another 'filler' work done XD

WIPs: sighs, writer's block sux. Hmm.

Also, sorry about the title. Not beta'd :D

"It's all true," Chloe backs away from a very confused Lucifer until the latter realizes why she's baffled, too — or terrified may be the correct term — when his hand lands on his face. He quickly shifts back, but the damage was done, and just as he was about to explain, the officers raided the place and took her from the scene.

A week passed after the Pierce fiasco, and the Devil still hasn't heard back from his partner, and he's worried that she'll reject him this time, now that she believes the truth about him.

Lucifer sits on one of the pews inside the Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church where Frank Lawrence is currently assigned. When the Devil thinks about it, it's kind of funny finding himself in the 'House of God' seeking guidance from a priest nonetheless. Although, apart from Linda, this particular person has been his friend for a few years now, ever since the club owner saved the priest's life from a fatal gunshot wound to the chest.

Yes. Frank Lawrence crossed the threshold, but Lucifer intervened, leaving a bewildered angel of death in its wake. Surprisingly enough, Azrael just stood there and watched her brother work his magic to prevent a soul from permanently leaving the Earthly plane.

She was quite sure that it was the priest's time, but perhaps it's a special case? Rae-rae shrugged and left to carry on with the retrieval of other souls in the immediate vicinity. She simply cannot stick around for as long as she would like given her job, except if it's for Ella. Or Lucifer. But the Angel of Death and her favorite brother aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment — not to be mistaken, she wanted to talk to Lucifer more than anything; it's just that she didn't know the right words to say — so, she chose to park it on her bucket list for fulfillment in the near future.

"Lucifer, what can I do for you?"

"Ah, padre, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It has. You seem troubled. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I most certainly do. The Detective knows."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"It is. But it didn't go as planned. Because of that idiot Pierce, my Devil face returned, and she saw it. Now, she won't even talk to me. I just wanted to know if she's alright."

"You have to give her some time, Lucifer. It's not easy to cope when your world is suddenly turned upside down."

"You got over it. Linda got over it."

"We all have different coping mechanisms. You just have to trust that she'll come to you when she's ready."

"You're right, of course." The club owner fidgets and bounces one of his legs as he leans over, "I'm afraid, Frank," He admits while fighting back the tears because the last thing he wanted was for Chloe to leave him.

"Of what?"

"That she won't be able to accept me. I could have shown her all those years ago, but I didn't. Because I wanted to keep working with her, be with her. In whatever capacity she'd allow."

Frank lifts his hand and places it on Lucifer's shoulder, "You have to trust Chloe."

"I do trust her," He retorts, but the priest replies back.

"Completely, Lucifer. She'll come around. I know it."

The Devil finally calms down and nods.

"I hope so. Otherwise, there's no reason for me to stay." He says quietly.

A week has passed, and Chloe is still reeling from the events that unfolded on that fateful day. She found out her ex-fiance is a murderer — the first one to be exact — and that Lucifer is the actual King of Hell and, well, it's all fucked up.

Chloe doesn't know how she ended up at Blessed Sacrament, but it seems like a perfect time to patch up her relationship with God — who's real apparently — or whatever.

She parks her cruiser and enters the House of God and takes a seat on one of the pews, not really knowing what to say, or if He would even answer — because her partner blabbered about God, his Father, not really being keen on prayers or something — to give her advice.

Right.

She laughs at the ridiculousness of it all until a familiar face comes to greet her.

"Hello, Chloe."

"Father Frank!" The Detective quickly hugs the priest, a lingering one, that Frank had an inkling of her troubles.

"I don't know what to do," She whispers as she tightens her hold on him.

"Settle down. Now, tell me what happened." Chloe lets go, and they both sit down.

"We were in the loft, and then we're not. I heard gunshots, and by the time I got back, Pierce was dead, and Lucifer —, I saw his face. His real face. I mean, you're his friend, right? Or something? Have you seen his face?"

"His otherworldly visage, you mean?"

"Yes, that ."

"Of course I have. But that's all that is. Just a face. It doesn't define who he is."

"But he's the actual devil. The-the prince of lies, the root of all evil."

"Do you really believe that, Chloe?"

"I do now. I mean, no wonder those perps we've arrested before went insane."

" No, no. I meant, do you really believe Lucifer is evil?"

"Isn't he? He's the devil."

"So you keep saying. Think about it, Chloe. If he's evil, why would he even bother to solve crimes? To seek justice and mete out punishment?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's a manipulation. I — will you just tell me what to do, please? I'm terrified, Father Frank."

"Of course you are, and that's normal. Take your time to process. Deep down, I know you know Lucifer. You've been partners for how many years now? That should count for something, right?"

"But how did you do it? You said you'd seen his face."

"To be honest, I still get bothered by it sometimes. But all I needed to do was remember that he's my friend and that I trust him, and that he trusts me in return. He saved me, you know. That day when I got shot. If he's evil, he wouldn't have cared if I live or die. Has he not saved you, too?"

"Several times, actually." Chloe seems to calm down at this point. She didn't have time to process at the loft, and her fears crippled her when the SWAT Team hauled her away from the scene. She didn't let Lucifer explain.

"Do you understand now, Chloe?"

"I think I do. I can't face him yet, Father."

"Of course. Will you at least let him know you're alright?"

Chloe nods.

"Thank you, Father Frank. This means a lot."

"Anytime, my child."