Ellidy hesitates for a brief moment, clearly uneasy with what she's about to say. "We have to split up." I shake my head. "What?" "Just listen to me," she says, her voice low and urgent. "I'm going to try and distract God, you know, draw his attention away from you. While he's focused on me, you find a place to hide and open the spell book. Do you think you can do that?"

I start tugging at my shirt. "But then you're coming with me." Ellidy looks at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty, but she nods reluctantly. "Yes, I will come with you. But first, I need you to promise me something." I grab her wrist. "What?" Ellidy takes a deep breath, her voice firm and serious. "No matter what happens, you don't wait for me. If it looks like I'm in trouble, I want you to leave." The urgency in her voice betrays the fear she's trying to hide. She clearly doesn't like the plan, but she also clearly doesn't have any other ideas. This is our only hope. I look down, then nod.

Ellidy gives a small nod of approval. "Good. Now listen closely. When I signal, you run." She glances around, checking to make sure that God is still a good distance away. He's slowly making his way down the aisle of bookcases, still blissfully unaware of our presence. 

Ellidy places the book in my hand. She lets go of the book, her eyes still focused on God as he continues to walk down the aisle. "Now go. I'll cause a distraction and buy you some time." She gives me a final reassuring nod before turning and walking out from behind the bookshelf, putting herself out in the open where God can see her.

God spots her, a look of surprise on his face. He stops in his tracks as their eyes meet, his gaze fixed on her. Ellidy tries to act casual, like she's just browsing the bookshelves. She scans the spines, pretending to look for a specific book, though her heart is racing, her mind focused on giving me time to hide.

God steps towards her, a suspicious look in his eye as he studies her. "Ellidy? What are you doing here?" She looks up from the books, meeting God's gaze with a feigned look of surprise. "Oh, hi, I'm just, uh... looking for a book. You know, research stuff." God raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying her story. "At this hour? In the middle of the night?" She panics slightly, thinking on her feet. "Well, you know how it is, inspiration can strike at any time. Besides, this place is deserted right now, so I figured I'd take advantage of the free time."

God hums in response, still watching her closely. "And what book could possibly be so important that it requires you to sneak around in the middle of the night?" She tries to think quickly, desperately trying to come up with a believable lie. "Oh, it's a, uh... rare text. You probably wouldn't know about it. It's pretty obscure." God takes another step towards her, his expression skeptical. "And what exactly is the title of this 'rare text'?"

Ellidy panics internally, her mind blanking on any sort of believable title. "It's called... uh... 'Divine Knowledge.' Yeah, it's a real obscure text." He looks up at the bookshelf. Ellidy follows God's gaze, her heart skipping a beat. She tries to keep her composure, pretending to be focused on the books in front of her. God's gaze suddenly narrows as he notices the empty space on the bookshelf. His eyes fall on her, a look of realization washing over his face.

God takes another step towards her, his voice low and stern. "Ellidy, give me the book." She panics, her mind racing as she tries to think of a way out of this. But there's nowhere to run and no more time to think. "I don't know what you're talking about." God gives a frustrated sigh, clearly losing patience. "Don't play dumb with me. I know you took the book. Now give it to me before things get ugly." Ellidy can feel the fear bubbling up inside her, but she tries to keep a brave face. "And what if I don't? What are you going to do?" 

"I'm going to get murdered," I whisper. Ellidy is caught off guard as I suddenly jump from my hiding spot, handing the book to her. Her eyes widen in both surprise and fear, watching as I conjure a sword from my necklace. "Libby, what are you doing?" she hisses, her voice trembling.

God's attention is now fully on me, his expression hardening as he sees me brandishing a weapon. God's expression darkens as he focuses on me. "Drop the weapon." His voice is cold and firm, leaving no room for argument. I smirk. "Not a chance."

Ellidy's voice rises in pitch, panic seeping through. "Libby, this isn't the plan! We need to—" God clenches his jaw, his patience clearly running thin. "I won't ask again. Drop the weapon, or you will regret it." I roll my eyes. "Now is that any way to speak to your granddaughter?"

God is taken aback, clearly caught off guard by my unexpected statement. He studies me for a moment, trying to process what I just said. "So you're Libby... the pathetic Chosen one." I study him. "I can see my parents were right about you." Ellidy's voice breaks. "Libby, please, we need to think this through!"

God's expression hardens, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Watch your tongue, child. I am God, your creator. You should show me the respect I deserve." I curtsy dramatically. "And I'm the princess of Hell."

God scoffs, clearly unimpressed by my title. "Princess of Hell? You're just a worthless excuse for a child, just like your parents." I point my sword at him. "Don't say a word against my parents." Ellidy stammers, clearly distressed. "Libby, stop provoking him!" God sneers at me, his expression full of contempt. "Your parents were weak, just as you are. But don't worry, I'll take great pleasure in erasing you from existence."

"You're pathetic. Now, if you don't mind, we're taking this book and going back to Hell," I say, pointing at Ellidy and the book. God laughs once again, clearly finding the situation amusing. "You think you can just take the book and leave? You're sorely mistaken if you think I'm just going to let you leave with it." I narrow my eyes. "Well then, we're going to have problems."

God smirks, clearly entertained by my boldness. "Oh, I'm counting on it. After all, it's so much more fun putting disobedient children in their place." I raise my sword. "Bring it on."

God laughs, his eyes flashing with anger and amusement. "You think you can fight me? A mere child against the Creator of all things? You're even more foolish than I thought." He grins wickedly, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh, this should be fun." He draws his own sword.