Before, you start reading this, I forget to mention that I don't own anything linked to Lucifer.

Chapter 3

Chloe's Pov

I twitched for a second, my fingers were moving back and forth again and again, knowing that I'm alive. It was still dark for my eyes were closed. Slowly opening them half-way and was welcome by a bit light, which brought me a bit of hope. My mind was awaking from a rough sleep as it unraveled some memories from last night. The three men who attacked me, and then I suddenly collapsed. When I open my eyes fully, I first was welcome by a lonely light hanging down from the ceiling above me.

Once, my mind was actively awake, I scanned around my surroundings. Only viewing darkness coiling around me in a circle. The air was perfumed by thick coldness. Soon, I realised that my wrists were handcuffed to the arms of a wooden chair that I was surprisingly sitting on. I tried pulling them off but the cold, metal bars sure my wrists a little. My feet were chained so I tried standing up and moving the chair, however it was one of those chairs that get stuck heavily on the floor. There was a table in front of me with a large, black book laying in the centre.

"Help! I'm here!" I screamed with all of the air I held in my lungs. I swing my wrist up and down to bang the handcuffs hard against the wooden armchairs, so it could make so noise. I continued screaming, "Someone! Please! Help!"

My mind was spinning in fear, thinking this is where I'm going to die. Die in a dark, unknown place where no one will definitely not find me. I noticed my screams didn't echoed as longed, clueing that I'm trapped in a small room. I suddenly felt like the room was getting smaller and small, and darker and darker. Luckily, I don't have claustrophobic, yet it was making me panic even harder and increase my fear of dying. After a minute, my lungs were already dried out. I finally calmed down a bit, and scanned around the dark area again yet there was nothing that would clue me about where I am, or who is behind this, or what I could do to get myself out of here. Still there was nothing else to view at but the darkness itself. After a second, my eyes rolled back to the black book on the table, I lean in a bit forward to see if there's any writing on it. Fortunately, the handcuffs were long enough for me to reach over and only touch the bottom sides of the book. Feeling the cold, pointy edge already driven cold chills down my spine.

The tip of my fingers dipped underneath the front cover and slowly turned it cover. At the start, there were sheets of paper based on the Chicago Fire in 1871. An old newspaper front cover written about the fire was glowed at the top of the page, with a short map based in the city. Confusion was painted all over my face, I couldn't understand what was the meaning of all this. Until, my eyes slide to the other page on the left side and a page with a long checking list. I only looked at the list for second and thought it was worthless. Until there was a name written in the centre of the list, one name that stuck me like lighting, "Lucifer Morningstar."

My heart skipped a beat and my throat froze coldly as I held my breathe. Leaning forward to see if my mind isn't illuminating my eyes to make me see things. However, the name was written true on the list. I shook my head shortly thinking this was some kind of sick joke, this has to be. I turned the page quickly hoping there isn't more jokes to illustrate me. The next double spread pages, the left page was covered with pictures of Nazi Germany. This time I wasn't just seeing, there a picture at the top with Adolf Hitler and his Nazi aristocrats, and Lucifer was with there in the crowd.

"What the hell?" I gasped, literally as my lungs froze coldly.

I couldn't understand, why was Lucifer there. He looked the same, young and smart, at the same age. This is impossible, it has to be. Lucifer couldn't be in this picture, he would a like hundred years old right now. My head shook more as I couldn't take this sick joke anymore. The coldness began flowing through my entire bloodstream and my heart was beating faster and faster. Till I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I would have jumped right out of my chair if it wasn't for those bloody chains. My scream was louder than the ones I did before. An old man appeared by my side, from walking right out of the darkness. He was like the other priest I tried to help last night, with a grey beard that reached from the bottom of his ears. He was wearing a black clerical clothing with a white collar.

He swept his hand away and chuckled, "Oh, hi I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

The man walked around till he reached to other side of the table. I stood silent while my eyes follow around the stranger. He reached his hand back into the darkness and pulled out a small chair for him to sit on by the table. Once he was settled, he rested him arms on the table and showed a 'welcome smile' on his face, "I'm, uh, Father Kinley."

I continued to be silent and still, never leaving my eyes off from the priest. I dare not to speak back, I was too scared and confused to say a word. Especially, since he appeared out of nowhere, gave me a fearful shock on the shoulder, and now he expected to have a normal conversation.

Soon, he caught my message, "I understand that you are confused, scarred, Mrs Decker. So, how about I answer your questions first?"

His kind voice sounded like a snake. I didn't him, who would if you got kidnapped to a dark room and then a man appeared. And, he knew who I by saying my name. However, after a few deep breathe of fresh air down my cold lungs, I finally got the courage to speak. "Who the hell are you?" I asked in a low, strong voice.

He chuckled again and finally answered, "As you already know, I am Father Kinley. I am, also, an investigator for the Vatican. I worked for a division of the Church called The International Association of Exorcists."

"Oh, I believe you have read parts of the book" his dark eyes pointed down at the black book, he added, "And, I believe you know this creature, goes by the name, Lucifer Morningstar."

That last sentence sounded darker and serious. The way he referred Lucifer as a creature, not as a person. I didn't know what to say to that, or what to think. I slowly controlled my breathing, and began to talk in a serious matter. "Is this some kind of sick joke, because it's not bloody funny" I kept my voice low and saved up my shouting for later possibilities, "And, you could get seriously changed for kidnapping a cop."

"I apologise if my friends hurt you in any way" he stated, 'But, lets get back to this."

Father Kinley slide the book by his fingers forward towards me to get my focus back on the book. He asked, "Do you know he is?"

I lowed my eyesbrows in unsureness, thinking why he just asked me that question, "He's my friend..."

Father Kinley interrupted as he repeated the question, "Do you know who he TRULY is?"

That skipped my heart a few beats and fear froze it, including the air in my lungs. Father Kinley opened the question I have asked myself since Lucifer began very suspicious. But, I try to let it go, I learn to have faith and trust Lucifer with my life. Then, Father Kinley leaned in forward with a creepy stare on his face, like he already knew the answer, so obvious yet so dark.

Finally, his low voice whispered, "He's the Devil."

The obvious answer hit me right the face. Like listening to a repeating album when I asked Lucifer an usual question he always comes up with an answer that links to him being the 'Devil.' I shook my head rapidly side to side, trying to ignore my gut feeling that what Father Kinley said is true.

Father Kinley commented, "I understand this must be extremely different for you."

"No, no it's not difficult. It's ridiculous!" I yelled, "Lucifer is just a man!"

"And, could a man carry out such horrific events as these" Father Kinley turned over the other page and revealed a two front covers of newspapers. One had an image of Jimmy Barnes suicide attempt, the one who murdered Delilah. And, the other one was of Jacob Williams, that street con-man who was shot in Lux. I recognised the connected these deaths have with Lucifer and still didn't named him as a murder.

"Lucifer didn't killed any of these people" I stated.

"No, but I'm saying, that whenever he visits Earth, death and destruction follow" he answered, still referring Lucifer as the 'Devil.'

"Oh, so like he caused the Chicago Fire and Nazi Germany" I sarcastically pointed, I turned the page over back to where there was Lucifer in one of the Nazis' photograph, "And how, exactly, do I know that this wasn't photoshopped?"

Father Kinley paused before replying back, "I believe, deep down, you know it's true."

His slithery tone of voice somehow creeped my mind and twisted my reality upside down. I shook my head slowly again, my senses won't give up denying the importance just yet. I whispered to myself, "It can't be..."

Father Kinley nodded his head for understanding my courage and my confusion, yet I felt like he wasn't going to give up either. His sly hand reached down to one of his pockets and pulled out a small voice recorder. He encouraged, "Then, perhaps this might interested you."

He started playing the recorder, I heard a man voice first, "Miss Lindsay Jolson, can you describe this man? Lucifer Morningstar?"

Lindsay Jolson? I remember her back in the warehouse, that night when I shot Lucifer in the leg. But, why were they interviewing her? Then her voice appeared in the recorder, although her voice sounded crumbling in tearful tone of terror. "He's changed... Like his entire face... Was all red... And his eyes... Those eyes... I begged not to hurt me..."

Lindsay's sobbing made me lower my eyebrows and narrow my eyes in suspicion. Then Father Kinley played the next interview and it was Benny Choi from the Asian Boyz gang who was answering the same question, "He changed man... he bloody changed man! He was all red and that! Then changed back to normal! For God's sake, he was like Freddy Krueger!"

Afterwards, Father Kinley revealed another brown but brown and small, "And notes from Reese Getty."

I widen my eyes in surprise, wondering what does Reese have to do with lucifer being the 'Devil.' Father Kinley opened Reese's journal to an exact page with one of the edges folded. He read the notes, "On the day I went to interview both Lucifer and Chloe Decker, I was in the interview room. And, I saw Lucifer true face, all red and scarred. I realised he was the Devil."

Father Kinley looked back at me seeing my reaction, however I was calm and still showing no hesitation. Then, he continued, "After my fail depts of revealing the truth about Lucifer Morningstar, I finally found his weakness, his vulnerability. Detective Chloe Decker. I shot him in my wife's office, he clued the evidence by saying, 'You're luckily the Detective isn't here, you'll be cleaning my blood out of the coach.'"

I still didn't hesitate, yet deep down it shocked me to the core. That Reese shot Lucifer, yet Lucifer didn't say anything. Showing my reactions to the priest means showing my knowledge of what I know and what I don't know. Seconds later, I broke the stillness and asked, "What does have anything to do with me? If it is with me, then leave Lucifer out of this."

He creepily chuckled, "Well, come to think of it, you are right in the centre Ms. Decker."

His hand reached over back to the black book and slowly turned the newt few pages. On one page widen my eyes fully, when I caught the face of Pierce in one of the old-fashion less coloured pictures, with the date at the bottom '1958.' I shook my head again, this has to be some trick, it has to.

Father Kinley explained, "Marcus Pierce has lived for long, long time. He had many names along with it. Including..."

"Cain..." I ended the sentence, without thinking or believing it was true. I remembered Lucifer and I arguing about Pierce is actually Cain.

"Exactly. But, we are not here to speak about Pierce" Father Kinley pointed, "We're here to talk about Lucifer."

My eyes moved from the pages to the priest's eyes. My mind was melting hot, I didn't know what to think at that moment. Because if it is true that Pierce is Cain, the world's first murder. Then, that means Lucifer is... I can't say, my mouth didn't move to say the word.

"Ever since I work at the Vatican, dealing with demonic possession. People who believe that they have encountered the Devil or to be believed they are the Devil. However, since we encountered the appearance of Lucifer Morningstar, we realised he didn't existence for about seven years. At first, we thought he was just a benign eccentric, but the more we watched him, the more terrifyingly authentic he became."

"But, he's not the Devil!" I yelled. Letting my faith in lucifer get to Father Kinley. "The Devil is meant to be evil, and cruel. Lucifer isn't that monster!"

"No, perhaps in your opinion, you think him is charming, eloquent, funny, kind even" Father Kinley correctly describe the man I knew for the last three years, till his tone about Lucifer rapidly changes, "They all think of that. But, it's all an act, Chloe."

He leaned in forward a bit and whispered, "Have you ever seen something strange about him. Something you can't explain. Something that doesn't right at all."

His voice made replay my memoires of the strange things that happened with me and Lucifer. I first remembered the red eyes back at the warehouse. He fast recovering after being shot by Malcom. Or, how he survived six shots from Jimmy Barns. Father Kinley continued, "The Devil has been manipulating human beings since the beginning of time. Anything to make sure he gets what he wants. Because the only person that he is interested in is himself."

"He takes advantage of young humans like us. Like Delilah. Like Jana Lawrence. Like... you"

That moment, I felt my anger flowing through my red veins as I replied in mad tone, "Lucifer has never, and never will hurt me."

Father Kinley paused for a short breathe before he annoyingly continues, trying to convince me that Lucifer is truly evil. Then, he added, "Why do you think they call him the Prince of Lies?"

"No, n-no" I spited, "Lucifer always tells the truth. He never lies!"

"What if this is the biggest lie of all?" Father Kinley eerily breathed, "Mr Reece Getty wrote in his journal that his ex-wife, Dr. Linda Martin knew about Lucifer's secret."

"Linda knew..." I breathe quietly to myself with my eyes slightly widen in shock. How could have Linda knew about this, and I didn't. I knew she was lucifer therapist, but how could have Lucifer kept something as big as this from me.

"Lucifer has took advantage of many young women, and now look what did he put you through" Father Kinley strongly stated.

My mind was spinning around and around like I was trapped in whirlpool in middle of the sea. I fitted some puzzles I left aside to see if they're included. Amenadiel is Lucifers' brother, so he must be an angel. Maze is a demon, an actually demon. A demon I was roommates with for the last two years. My God, I let my daughter get near one. And Charlotte is somehow Lucifers' mum. So that means, God exist, and heaven and hell... they all exist.

I felt like I was drowning in hot, boiling water. I couldn't get to breathe as the air was sucked coldly in my lungs again and my body was shaking in fear. I could feel my eyes getting wetter from the tears starting to flood underneath. Father Kinley stood up and put the recorder and the journal back into his invisible pockets on the side. He walked around and kneeled down to greet me by my side, but I didn't turn to face him.

He smelled the toxic fear painting on my face, and he softly whispered, "I shall give you some time to think."

Unknowingly to me, he had a small key to unlock the handcuffs and free my sure wrists. He stood up and carried the balck book out of the small, dark room. I could finally release the first tears to fall down on my cheeks. However, the lonely light above my head wasn't alone anyone. As there were more lights unexpectedly glowing all cover the ceil. I looked up in shock as the silent shadows suddenly disappeared out of thin, cold air. Usually expected to see clean walls in the small, like those clean room when you put an insane person in. However, when I opened my eyes fully and lifted my head, I noticed how the lights revealed that the walls were all covered in pictured. But not just any pictures, these were large pictures of art based on the 'Devil.' My eyes scanned around the entire room, my head twisted form side to side like an arm of a clock swinging back and forth. My eyes caught all the horrific faces of the 'Devil' surrounding, staring at me. Some looked human but have some supernatural parts onto it like tails, wings and horns. And some were presented in the most terrifying sights I have ever seen. What they all had in common, was that they all had were killing or torturing human souls.

He said, don't do this
Forgive me
Was begging me for mercy

My hand was on top of the chair to push myself as I stood up. I didn't blink for a second, or a minute. These pictures were the only things I could view, and now they were creeping into my mind. I couldn't get them out of my mind. But the worse thing was, that they're all true. It was all true about Lucifer, after all the suspicious things that occurred to him, it all made sence. He was the Devil.

I looked him in the eye
Gave him a crooked smile
Put him out of my misery

He lied to me, no, he never lies but he just didn't tell me the truth. After all these years, I was nothing but a toy to him to play. First, he wanted to have sex with me. Then, he kissed me and disappeared to get married to a stripper. Now, he's treating me like a trophy in this childish competition between him and Pierce, or Cain, whatever. I thought I was someone to him, someone special, know I know it's all a lie. I've never felt so used and so betrayed in my entire. Now, Lucifer wasn't the Lucifer I knew and spend with. He was the fallen angel who fought against his dad, God, and then banished to hell. He knew evil, he was evil incarnate,

And now there's
Blood, blood, blood in the water
In the water
Blood in the water
Blood, blood, blood in the water
In the water
Blood in the water

I felt my stomach twisted roughly like I was about to throw up. My legs were trembling in fear and my mouth was gasping for air. The next thing I knew was throwing my hands out and ripping the pictures off from the walls. Meanwhile, the screams and the cries from everyone the priest has interview who Lucifer and I had encountered, they all echoed loudly in my head and they wouldn't stop. The image of Jimmy Barnes banging his head against the glass wall, bleeding was stuck in my mind. I started screaming with all the airs I held in my lungs, I couldn't take it anymore. Gripping the papers into my hands then toss them into the floor. I screamed with all my heart for this to be fake. I begged with all of my tears to be a dream. However, Father Kinley was right about one thing; deep down, I knew somewhere that it was true.

Down, down, down to the devil you go
In the water
Blood In the water

After tearing off most of the horrific pictures off the walls. I finally stopped. Slammed myself against the corner of the room and allow myself to slide down till I touched the floor. I burst into more tears, draw my knees up and placed my head in between them. My ears could hear my sobbing as it echoed in the small room. My heart was broken, was covered in deep cracks then painful disintegrates. I couldn't believe this wasn't real, none of it was, with Lucifer being my friend, being close to me, or him caring about me, or possibly anyone. He didn't need to say some lies when he was playing in one. He never felt the same way I felt for him.

The lyrics were from the song "Blood in the Water" by Joanna Jones as The Dame, and was played in the opening of season 4 episode 2. I loved it and how it fits in the theme with Chloe at that time.