N/A: Hey! Sorry for the lack of updates, this week, I've had to move around because of my internet connection and work. I have to say that episode 105 also had a bit to do with it (let's be truthful, I didn't like the scene between Lucifer and Maze). I've managed to write a bit, but this is more of a chapter 1.5 than a chapter 2, I'm just expending on the dynamic between Chloe, Lucifer, and the new original character. So please, see this as a bonus rather than an actual chapter. I promise, there'll be a story.

Let there be Truth – Tell no soul 2

I tried, she almost told him. But she couldn't. Even though Reverend Ecbert was a man of faith, he'd probably think her crazy – or even worse, stupid – if she told him she met the devil. Now that she thought about it, that still would have been a better option than him believing her. What would a man of God do to a woman who willingly worked with Lucifer? Were the witch hunt trials that far back into the past? Still, she had to know more, and outside of Lucifer and Maze, Ecbert was the only one she could think of.

"What if he was bored?" Chloe asked, and immediately regretted it. This maybe didn't make her look crazy, but it definitely made her seem stupid. Pondering upon the boredom of a fallen angel, there was a wasted conversation. Except she knew him, and he told her he was here because he was bored.

"Bored?" Ecbert looked at the coffee in his cup. "It's a strange notion when you think about eternity. Imagine being cut off since before the dawn of time, at the inception of our universe." He paused thoughtful.

Chloe found herself praising the nerdy interest of the reverend for apparently useless questions. Maybe he just liked to think about things that were out of his reach as a means of elevating himself? As she looked around, she discarded the thought. Everything in his office screamed of simplicity and intelligence. Perhaps he didn't mind thinking about all this because it was all very true to him. And she almost felt surprise when she realized that Lucifer made it all very true for her as well. She believed in God perhaps for the first time in her life.

"He wouldn't have been cut off," she remarked.

The sentence startled the reverend a little bit. "Of course, you're right. He would have had to deal with the souls of the damned." He suddenly raised his head and looked her in the eye. "Perhaps that's it."

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps he was fed up with spending millennia dealing with nothing but the worst of humanity."

Chloe couldn't stop staring at Lucifer's face through the mirror each time she could take her attention away from the road. Ramirez seemed to have an effect on him like he had on her. Not that he made him mad exactly, but he bothered him, and also interested him, in a way. The detective wasn't impervious to his strange charisma like she was, but he still managed to dodge the question while succumbing to his influence. In fact, now that she thought about it, most people just gave in to the need to tell the truth. Others… Well, others had a rather hard time keeping it to themselves, and when Lucifer insisted, it almost looked like harm would come to them if they didn't fess up.

"What is it with the LAPD?" Lucifer said, exasperated.

"Sorry?" Chloe asked, lost in her thoughts.

"Your detectives all seem to have it out for me. You don't seem to want me, and he can't manage to answer a bloody question."

"I'm sorry we can't all be your puppets, Lucifer." Chloe pouted a little to mock him, but she stopped when she realized he found it too adorable to get annoyed at her. There was always something strange about the way he looked at her. Well, for the stereotype she'd associated him with. Most good-looking playboys had this kind of carnivorous behavior when it came to women they wanted. This intense look, like they wanted to conquer them. Perhaps because of his ability to get most women in his bed without even trying, Lucifer didn't have that look. In fact, he looked at women like he did other people, which was sadly quite rare.

At that thought, she turned towards Ramirez. She didn't know the detective well enough, yet, but she could already tell that he didn't look at her like she was a woman. What he saw was only his new partner. No desire or intimidation, just calm respect and attention. He wanted to know more about her.

Lucifer crossed his arms. "Well, let me ask you this, young fellow. Have you seen Hot Tub High School?"

Okay, maybe Ramirez didn't need to have that be the first thing he knew about her. The whole respect and no desire thing might fade away after that, once again, sadly. It was strange to think of the devil as a feminist. If anything, she would have thought of him as a misogynistic megalomaniac. Well, he was half that.

"Don't answer that," she told him when she saw his lips start moving.

Ramirez gave her a look that she didn't understand right away. It meant, you can trust me. "No, I haven't." He looked at Lucifer through the mirror. "And I don't plan to."

"Well, it's too bad because our dear Detective Decker appears in it, unlike her bra."

And here was the twelve year-old again. "Lucifer," she growled, exasperated.

Ramirez turned around, causing Chloe to let out a deep sigh. And here it was, her partner would look at her as a porn actress because she took her top off in a stupid comedy when she was nineteen.

"Is she a good actress?" Ramirez said, looking genuinely interested.

Lucifer grinned. "Not really, but I could see why she was cast in the role." His hands circled around his chest as to draw breasts on it.

Ramirez looked disappointed. "Well, I hope we'll never have to go undercover then. That could have been a valuable skill."

This time, Chloe managed to refrain from laughing, but only because she parked her car near the crime scene.