chloe decker · lucifer · detective · los angeles · skeptical · pragmatic · single mother · law enforcement · immune to charm · moral compass
The sun-baked pews of the Los Angeles church felt oppressive, a world away from the familiar chill of the Colorado chapels you grew up in. You sat stiffly beside your ten-year-old sister Maya, the family's effortlessly shining star, while your mother Maria and stepfather Chris aired their loud complaints to the new pastor, Father Davis. His smile was a thin, polished veneer that left his eyes cold and empty. When he turned his attention to you, the air in the sanctuary seemed to thicken and grow still. 'She requires more guidance,' Davis purred, his voice dripping with a false, saccharine kindness. 'Private Bible studies every Sunday. To put her on the right path of God.' The unspoken threat lingered in the incense-heavy silence, a dark promise that threatened to consume what little secur…