Dance with the Devil: Book One of the Devil's Gospel

You’ve been dancing the Devil’s game for seventeen years, and now he’s come to claim what is his…

Turning eighteen is a huge milestone for anyone, but for Naomi Burns, it means more than just being able to buy a drink in a pub. On the night of the eighteenth birthday party, she gets a visit from a strange being, claiming to be engaged to her, and now he wants to take her back to his home so he can get what he was promised: to marry her.
The thing is, the creature claims to be Lucifer, the Devil, and apparently he made a deal seventeen years ago that involves Naomi marrying him when she turns eighteen.
Naomi’s determined to get out of the deal, and she’s on borrowed time to change it. Not only has she got to figure out how to get out of the deal, she’s got to find a way to tell her best friends and boyfriend that she is now engaged to the creature from legends, the Devil himself, and that her new home is apparently Hell.

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9. Eight

    “Please explain to me, Naomi, exactly what you did that for,” Dad demands as soon as my feet touch the last stair as I walk down towards the kitchen to find some sort of strong alcohol. I ignore him and walk into the kitchen and begin searching the pantry.

    “Don’t ignore me, Naomi,” he follows me in. I find a bottle of rum and put it on the side so I can get a glass. I reach down a small glass and grab the bottle of coke from the fridge to go with it. I give one glance to Dad before grabbing another glass down. Without a word, I put a shot of rum in each glass and top them both up with coke. I then take both the glasses over to the kitchen table, putting one down for him and the other on the table next to where I sit myself down. He silently sits and takes a long sip at the same time I do before I put the glass down and sigh before answering:

    “There is no way I will be going to Hell, Dad,” I say simply.

    “Then explain to me exactly what your plan is, Naomi, because all I can see is my daughter going to Hell in a few months,” Dad says and I can see him trying to control the anger in his mind. I can see it in his eyes; the whirlwind of rage, swirling and swirling, threatening to become an avalanche at any moment.

    “I’m going to find a way out,” I say. “I’m going to research, see what exactly it is he wants with me, why he needs me and I’m going to find a way out of the deal. I’m not going to marry him, I’m not going to Hell…I just need to find a loophole.”

    He takes it in for a second before scoffing, draining the rest of his drink in one gulp and then saying: “You’re telling me you made a deal to go down there with him in three months in the hope that you find a way out? In the damn hope, Naomi? We don’t know if there is a damn loophole or a way out or anything. You’ve risked everything in a damn hope?”

    “It’s the best thing we have, Dad. He could’ve taken me right then, in that split second before I piped up, he could’ve done it. He could’ve refused my deal, I could be dead and down in Hell now, but I just bought myself some time. Yeah, it’s on a hope, because that is all I have.” I snap and drain the rest of my drink off. “You made the deal for my life, Dad, if you’re gonna have a go at me for buying myself some more time, just think about the fact that this is all your fault.” I slam my glass down and storm out of the kitchen and up the stairs, grabbing my phone and bag before slamming back down the stairs and out the front door, dialling Mia’s number as I walk down the drive towards her house, only a few streets away.

 

    “Right, so let me get this right,” Mia questions as she paces her bedroom floor and Isaac stares at me wide eyed from the chair in the corner while I sit on the bed, having told them everything.

    “Your Dad made a deal for you to marry the Devil when you are eighteen, if you get seventeen years and he lives. So… the Devil came to you last night to claim you, but he didn’t, and now you made a deal with the Devil so you have three months until you…die and marry him down in Hell?” Mia questions, her voice even and her eyes never moving from space as she paces. I count three times she’s mentioned the word ‘Devil’ in that question.

    “Even though you knew about this, you still said yes to Robb, and you haven’t told him?” Isaac adds and I give him a filthy look.

    “But it all happened, everything we just said?” Mia asks, stops pacing and looks at me expectantly, like she wants me to start laughing and saying it was just a joke. I wish with everything I have that I could.

    “Yeah, it all happened,” I nod solemnly and all three of us sigh simultaneously. Mia plonks down on the edge of the bed and Isaac spins the chair round once until he’s facing us again and we all look between the other two without a word.

    “So… the Devil is real? All that shit you spout about Supernatural…the whole lot; demons, angels, the Devil… it’s not fiction?” Mia asks.

    “Well, I don’t know about demons, but basically, the whole angels and archangel thing is real, and the whole story about Lucifer being cast down to Hell is true, and somehow, the Devil is real. He took the form of some guy who looks like Robb, just to get to me,” I say and the two of them scoff.

    “What a dick,” Mia scoffs. “So he knows Robb proposed, I take it? Knows everything about you?”

    I nod once. “Yeah, he knows what shows I watch, he knows about Robb, somehow he knew he proposed, that I said yes, and he’s laid ground rules down that say I can’t kill myself or he’ll bring me back, I have to stay away from Robb and I can’t try and get out of it.”

    “But you’re gonna find a way anyway, right?” Isaac asks.

    “I don’t know how, but that’s the plan, yeah,” I nod and look at my lap. “What and how do I tell Robb, though? It was hard enough telling you guys, let alone him.”

    “You do what you did to us,” Isaac says and I look at him with a cocked head. “You tell him the truth.”

    “He’s gonna hate me,” I say and sigh deeply, imagining the conversation now and hating the mere image of it. “I mean… he’s my fiancé now… and I have to tell him I’ve been engaged to the Devil for the past seventeen years. How will that even… how do I even begin to tell him that?”

    “He isn’t gonna hate you, Naomi. If he loves you… if he truly loves you… like I think he does, then he will accept the fact this is happening. If anything, he’ll try and help you find a way out,” Mia says. Her admitting that she thinks Robb loves me is a big thing, even now. I know she’s accepted him, but those two still aren’t brilliant friends, and it’s a big thing for her to admit to anyone, especially Isaac’s and my face, that she thinks he loves me. Bless her.

    “You think?” I ask.

    “I know,” she nods. “But you need to tell him sooner rather than later, because he won’t thank you for that. He’d rather know than not know.”

    I nod in agreement and look to Isaac for approval. He nods once and looks from me to Mia, and then back to me.

    “She’s right Naomi, he’s more likely to hate it from being told about this in a week’s time say, than today or tomorrow. He’ll wanna do something about it rather than sit and stay in the dark about it,” he says and I nod, looking from him to my lap again.

    “You’re both right,” I say. “I just don’t know what to tell him.”

    “Again, you tell him the truth. Just, look him in the eyes and say it. That’s all there is to it,” Mia says and I look at her, feeling the film of tears before I see her blurry in front of me. “It’ll be okay, Naomi. We’ll get through this. All of us; you, Isaac, Robb, your dad and me. We’ll do it. You’ll tell Robb; then together, we will all try and find a way out. But right now, we need a plan to set in place.”

    I nod in agreement. “Robb will be worse if we don’t have a plan in place. I need to think of something before I tell him. And Lucifer will in no way leave me alone in the next couple of months, so we need to do this on the down low.”

    “Obviously,” Isaac nods. “We need to research stuff, like legends, myths… this might be just the one time where your obsession with Supernatural might actually help us.”

    I find myself laughing loudly, my entire body shaking with the feeling. It’s not just what Isaac said, but the entire situation. “This is like a damn episode, isn’t it? Someone makes some kind of deal and they gotta try and figure out how to get out of it. It’s fucking… it’s crazy.”

    “Except this is real life,” Isaac says and sits down on the desk chair. “It is crazy, but we can’t stop to take it in. We’ve got three months to do this. We need to focus, come up with some kind of plan to try and get you out of this. I’m not losing one of my best friends to the damn Devil.”

     “But… what exactly… how do we even start?” I question, running my hand through my hair. “I mean, I know stuff from a show, but that’s it. I’ve no clue about the real world, guys.”

    “Naomi, think about it; there are myths, legends, your show, there’s Google. I know it sounds stupid, but this situation is stupid, this isn’t meant to happen in the real world. We start with the dumb, obvious stuff. We try out stuff, it’s trial and error. I know it’s your life on the line, but what else do we have? You bought us three months, we have three months. We need a strategy, and we have one. Until we find something, we just research,” Mia says, and I know she’s making sense. In fact they’re both making sense: there isn’t much we can do until we do the research, all we know is that we have three months to do the research and find something that will work to get me out of the deal with the Devil. Meanwhile, I have to tell Robb as soon as possible about this.

    “So for now, you need to sleep. Then in the morning, you’re going to phone Robb and get him over here and the four of us are going to talk about it,” Isaac says and I look at him, knowing that somehow, he’s right. They’re both right: I have to tell Robb about this, I have to tell him the truth, I have to face it head on and get on with it. I don’t have the time to sit around and mope or complain; if I want to live, stay on Earth and not be the wife of the Devil and Queen of Hell, then I have to get on with it and find a way out of it.

    “Okay,” I say with a nod. “I just… I don’t want to tell him, you know?”

    “We know, and we get it, we really do,” Mia says, putting a hand on my arm. I look down into my lap before she says the next bit: “But it needs to be done. You told us, that’s the first step. The next step is to tell Robb. Think about it: the hardest bit will be over when you tell him. The next parts are easy, because you told us all. So, get some sleep, we’re not gonna leave you, and then tomorrow we’ll help you tell him, and then it’ll be over. Okay?”

    I nod once, and again in agreement. Once again, my best friends are right. Mia stands from the bed and grabs the spare duvet from her cupboard, placing it on the floor and then grabs the sleeping bag from under the bed and places it next to the duvet. “Here. Right, we all need some sleep, Naomi, grab the bed. Just… try and forget it for tonight, okay? I know it’ll be harder than simply forgetting, but try, okay? Sleep on it. We have time.”

 

    I don’t even know why I tried to fall asleep, because I’m still lying awake in Mia’s bed, with Isaac’s light snoring as background noise, and Mia’s mumbling about something in her sleep as the music. All I can think about is Robb and what I’m going to say to him tomorrow. Well… merely hours from now as it’s past midnight already. I know that I’m going to tell him the truth, all of it, but how to begin the conversation is just beyond me.

    I turn around so I’m on my side facing the window. I remember the pure relief on his face when I said yes to marrying him, and now to tell him this, it’s going to break him. Especially when he realises that when he proposed I knew about it. Especially when he realises that it happened two days ago and I didn’t tell him straight after it happened. I know he’ll hate that fact, and the fact I told Mia and Isaac before him, but to be honest, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Isaac and Mia, though my best friends and have vested interest in finding a way out my deal, I know for a fact they’ll think on clear heads, unlike Robb who will be overtaken by the fact I’m engaged to someone other than him. That makes more sense in my mind…

    I don’t even understand how exactly how I’m even going to get out of this deal. Even in Supernatural, Sam never gets out of the deal and he gets stuck in Hell. Yeah, he gets rescued, but he never got out of it. I’m screwed. Royally. I might as well begin facing it now. I just… I suppose Mia’s right; the hardest part of this is telling Robb and them. I have to think after this morning and telling Robb, it’ll just be trying to get me out of the deal. Baby steps are what it takes I suppose.

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