Creating a soul mate for Lucifer was more in his interest than hers and so Chuck had thought long and hard before making the decision. He knew that Lucifer would look at her and feel an undeniable connection, but he would not love her. His eyes wouldn't soften, his shoulders wouldn't relax, and a smile would not grace his lips. He would not take care of her or show her affection, at least not at first. Lucifer's soul mate was to be a woman who, no matter what he did to her and how much it hurt, could not help but love him.
Chuck took great care in creating her and hoped that she would make the right decisions when he sent her out on her mission. The longer he watched her the more he realized she was becoming everything he needed her to be. She was intelligent and curious and, most importantly, kind. Though not selfless she seemed to feel inclined to help anyone she came across who was in need. She offered spare cash to the homeless. She carried band-aids at all times in case she came across someone with a minor injury, which seemed to happen frequently enough. She jumped into fights she had no business being in just because the victim needed an out. She was so happy and he almost couldn't go through with it when the time came.
A knock sounded on Elizabeth's door early in the morning. She'd not been out of bed long and quickly drew her messy hair into a ponytail while calling out for whoever was at the door to give her a moment. She set down her coffee and straightened her oversized t-shirt before bounding to the door as to not make them wait too long.
"Hello," She greeted Chuck with a bright smile and he couldn't keep from smiling back at her.
"Hi, ah, I'm sorry to bother you," He let out a nervous laugh and looked away from her almost shamefully. "I, um, I was just-I was hoping I could," He stopped himself and took a deep breath. "I know this is really strange, but I need to talk to you about something important," The suddenly hardened look in his eyes conveyed the seriousness of the situation to Elizabeth. She nodded and motioned for him to come in.
Chuck strode inside, looking at her belongings and wringing his hands. He had dreaded this day for a long time. Longer than she'd been alive.
"Have a seat," Elizabeth gestured to the kitchen table and Chuck sat without hesitation. Noticing his distress, Elizabeth left her coffee abandoned on the counter and took a seat across from him.
"Are you alright?" She asked, leaning forward slightly and cocking her head to get a better look at his face. He smiled, but she could tell he wasn't happy.
"Yeah, I'm okay," He heaved a sigh before straightening up and getting into it.
"So, you're aware of the supernatural, correct?" This question made things a little clearer to Elizabeth. This man was either a hunter in a pinch or some poor soul who just found out and was sent to her for a better explanation. It wouldn't be the first time.
In her early teenage years Elizabeth had accidentally stumbled upon a demon deal, which left her with a lot of questions. Unlike most people who would meet the King of the Crossroads and fuck right off, Elizabeth wasn't so willing to forget. She started digging and wormed her way into the hunting circle, becoming a researcher and informant. Particularly fascinated with Hell and demons she managed to pique Crowley's interest. After years of her interference the two seemed to have formed a business-like relationship. An understanding.
"Correct," Elizabeth nodded and folded her fingers on the table before her.
"What do you know of Heaven?" Chuck raised an eyebrow at her. He'd asked knowing the answer.
"Heaven? Nothing. I've been hearing rumors about angels, but I haven't found anything to back them up," She was a bit afraid of where this was going. Recently, things on earth had been taking a turn for the worst. There was more work than usual to be done, demons seemed to be everywhere, and Crowley was being dodgy.
"Well," Chuck pushed his chair back, deciding to make this as quick and painless as he could. This, after all, was the easy part. "They're real. The angel's, I mean," He said as he walked across the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and retrieved a glass. He filled the glass with water and brought it back to the table, setting it in front of Elizabeth. She gave him a sidelong glance, wondering what he was up to.