One eye was swollen shut and the other was obscured by blood so she could see very little. Her ears rang, adding to her general disorientation. She tried to stand or at least sit up, but not only was it too painful, she didn't have the energy anymore. She was dehydrated, out of breath, scratched, bitten, broken. The only way by the end she knew she wasn't actually in Hell was because she'd been permitted to rest and they'd all left her alone.
Dear God. I don't know if this was such a good idea Chuck. How exactly am I supposed to live through this?
"Honey, I'm home!" Elizabeth tensed and even that reflexive action took more out of her than she had to give. Lucifer strode over to her and crouched down.
"Look at you," He said slowly, moving her face to get a better look. "They really put you through the ringer didn't they?" He seemed far too pleased.
Lucifer placed a finger on her forehead and in seconds all of her pain vanished. She looked over herself, seeing all of her wounds healed, her skin looking as if they'd never been there in the first place. With a huff she allowed herself to collapse on the floor once again.
"I want you to remember I'm the only reason you're alive," He spoke into her ear. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye wanting to tell him she was already well aware of that, but kept her mouth shut.
With surprising gentleness he lifted her off the floor. "Come here," His voice was suddenly so deep and so comforting. She wrapped her arms around him and tucked her head against his neck. He was so soft, so right, so hers. A sudden shiver wracked her body and Lucifer stroked her arm, shushing her softly.
She managed to wonder what was happening before blissfully slipping out of consciousness.
When her eyes opened once again she forgot for a moment where she was. Her body felt perfectly fine and she pulled her body into a big, slow stretch as she twisted onto her back. The soft sheet bunched against her naked flesh and she reveled in the feeling. Her eyes rolled pleasantly before landing on Lucifer, who was watching her from across the room with the most serious look on his face.
"Good morning, Princess," He greeted, his expression unchanging. Elizabeth sat up, making sure to keep the sheet around herself.
"Good morning," She said back if only to be civil. She rubbed her arms, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his stern gaze.
"Tell me something," Lucifer straightened up from his slouching position against the window sill. Elizabeth nodded willingly. "When God showed up in your living room and told you your purpose was to spend the rest of eternity being dragged around by the devil, you didn't question it? You didn't think for a minute you were schizophrenic?" He seemed disbelieving of the whole thing.
"He's pretty good at proving himself," Elizabeth told him, thinking back to the whole water to wine trick. Speaking of, she really could have used one or the other right about then.
"And instead of running from me you ran to me," Elizabeth locked eyes with him, unsure of what to say.
"Well, I...I knew it was true and he told me," She tried to swallow, but her mouth was bone dry. "He told me no one could love you like I could, that you deserved it and I could help you," The whole thing sounded pretty ignorant when she said it out loud. God told her she could save the most broken man in the world so she ran straight into his mess of a life. That whole not believing in blind faith thing was starting to sound like a joke.
Lucifer laughed. Genuinely laughed. It didn't seem teasing, but Elizabeth knew exactly why he was laughing. He knew as well as her how completely stupid that sounded.