Chuck dipped his finger into the water and it immediately shifted from clear to a dark, silky red. Elizabeth jumped up and grabbed his hand, thinking he was bleeding. She looked at his finger, wiped it off. Nothing. She snatched the glass off the table and raised it to her face. Wine.
"That's impossible," Elizabeth murmured more to herself than Chuck.
"My name is Chuck, but, ah, technically I'm God," Elizabeth stared at him disbelievingly. "I know, I know," He raised his hands. "You didn't think I existed," Before he could finish speaking Elizabeth plopped back down in her chair.
"I'm going to Hell," She said to herself, eyes distant. He was correct, after all. She never thought he existed. She wasn't one for blind faith and, knowing everything she did, there was no sign of him really existing.
"People don't go to Hell for not believing in me. That would be a little unreasonable," Chuck sat back down across from her.
"You might want to drink that," He suggested, gesturing at the glass of wine between them. Elizabeth nodded and picked up the glass. He was sure as hell right. Whatever was going on it definitely called for a drink or two, or eleven.
Chuck gave her a moment to process and drink. Eventually she sat the glass down and shook her head.
"What is God doing in my kitchen?" She asked, making a face as if she didn't really want to know the answer. Suddenly all his worry seemed far more troubling.
"I've got a job for you," He looked serious again and she didn't know whether to be relieved that he had a grip on himself or even more worried.
"Oh, great. What is it?" She clamped her mouth shut almost immediately, feeling horrible for talking to God that way. He smiled though, and she felt forgiven.
"I made you for a very specific purpose, a selfish purpose, and the time has come for your destiny to be fulfilled," He paused and she stiffened. "I'm sure you've noticed things have been a little more...dangerous lately. Demons have been working to free Lucifer from his cage and bring about the apocalypse. Well, they've succeeded," Elizabeth leaned back and surveyed her apartment. Soon it would all be gone.
"And I have a part to play, don't I?" She knew it was true. He wouldn't be here telling her all this if it wasn't.
"Yes, I made you as, sort of, a last line of defense," She couldn't imagine how. There was nothing special about her. She didn't even hunt. She could barely shoot a gun and she couldn't aim for shit. She wasn't physically strong and she didn't have some magical power that could stop a demon let alone the apocalypse.
"What am I supposed to do?" She asked, sounding as hopeless as she felt.
"Lucifer," Elizabeth's attention snapped to Chuck, a bewildered expression on her face as he began stammering. "I mean, no, I mean," He let out a nervous laugh. "You're not supposed to do Lucifer, well, actually...no, no, that's not the point," Her eyes got wider and wider and she was just about to ask him what the fuck he was going on about before he finally spit it out.
"I created you for Lucifer," Chuck took a much needed second to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I knew that someday he would get out and this would happen, but it doesn't have to. I decided to create a soul mate for him in hopes he would see why humanity shouldn't be destroyed. He hasn't felt love in a very long time and there isn't a creature in existence that can love him better than you can," Elizabeth grabbed the glass and downed it. As her head spun she took it all in.
"You...designed my soul for Lucifer. For the devil. For the baddest of the bad guys," It was more of a statement than a question, but Chuck answered.