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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23. Twenty-Two

    “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Naomi, he can’t hear whatever we say in here, I’ve made it so all he can hear is silence,” Lucifer says with a triumphant smile on his face.

    “Let him in,” I demand, deciding after last time, I will not ask him what he wants or why he’s here because I know exactly what he wants and why he’s here: for me.

    “No, I don’t feel like it,” Lucifer shrugs it off.  “What I do feel like doing, Naomi Burns, is asking you a few things.”

    “I thought that the deal was void, that what I do doesn’t matter, so why on Earth would you be back here to ask me something?” I demand.

    “Because as I said to you last time; you are like my addiction, Naomi, you are the other half of me,” Lucifer says with a straight, serious expression that actually has me worried.

    “How can I be the other half of the Devil?” I scoff.

    “Because I said it’s so,” he whispers, closing the gap between us.

    “Oh no, don’t you dare start that shit again, ask what you wanna ask and then get the bloody Hell out of here,” I say, taking a step back, only for him to enter the space I just vacated. I sigh and give up moving away; he’ll only move closer each time until I’m at the wall, like usual.

    “What’s going on?” Lucifer asks cryptically, though I can tell he expects me to know what he’s on about right away.

    “With what? Because what’s going on at the moment is the entire world is in like some financial crisis even though the damn bankers in this country are earning like millions and millions each year, we still have a problem in this country with the NHS up in Staffordshire, that actor from Glee died a week or so ago, but yet you’re still standing here thinking the most important thing is me and my soul. So, what do you mean ‘what’s going on’?” I demand.

    Lucifer chuckles to himself, which drives each nerve in my body crazy in desire, I can feel it; my hands itching to get him near me, my lips hungry to feel him again, my mind needing him… except I can’t because of Robb, because the man I’m marrying and whom I love more than life itself is standing outside the door, and I can hear him over Lucifer’s laughter, telling me how he didn’t mean to have a go at me and he’s sorry. After a second longer, he tells me he’ll be downstairs when I’m ready to talk about it properly.

    “Aw, has lover-boy given up? You’ll have to tell him about how you weren’t ignoring him, just that I turned up again, huh?” Lucifer taunts and I just feign a laugh and throw him my middle finger. “Aw, Naomi, did I hit another nerve? I do apologise, please forgive me.”

    “Just leave me alone, Lucifer and let me out of my own damn room,” I sigh in annoyance.

    “You haven’t answered my question yet. I meant what is going on with your life; I take it Robb does not know of your feelings for me, does he? No, otherwise the argument would have been worse. And yes, I heard it, I’ve been sitting up here for a while, and the two of you don’t shout very quietly,” he says, contradicting the entire meaning of shouting.

    I keep quiet, not wanting or knowing how to answer that. Both of us know Robb doesn’t know, so do I need to provide an answer, both of us know my feelings for Lucifer haven’t gotten easier, we both know I’m trying things to try and get out of the deal even if he did tell me it was void and we both know he won’t provide me with an answer as to whether the deal is actually void or whether he’s just playing a trick on me.

    “Do not be such a spoilt sport, Naomi, tell me, does he know of how you feel about me yet? Or do you plan to keep it a secret, even though he is your fiancé?” Lucifer asks, reaching his left hand out and grasping for me. He takes my left hand, holding it within both of his, feeling my hand, fiddling with the ring upon my ring finger, all the while watching my reaction, which I keep straight and unreactive. “Do you ever sit with him, thinking what it would be like if it was me in his place? Do you think of how your life could be with me, wed to me and Queen of Hell?”

    I glance down at his hands, turning the ring around and around my finger, the diamond moving in out of my vision as he twists it. I think on what he just brought to my mind: what would my life with him as my husband be like? Yeah, he’s in an attractive vessel, that’s not debatable, but really, his true form is… what? Like they are in Supernatural and ‘as big as the Chrysler building’ like Castiel suggests, or what they are in the myths like the red thing with horns, or is it a big light thing, or what? I don’t even know what the Devil’s true form is, I’m only seeing the vessel Mark in front of me, attractive as he is, this isn’t the Devil really. And yeah, he’s seducing me right now, and I’m falling for it without even trying not to, but if he should get what he wants, then he’d probably change and start acting like my master or whatever, telling me what to do. He’s using me, that much I know, but still…

    All in all, marrying the Devil would be like the song by Panic at the disco, it would be pretty odd.

    “Come on, Naomi, you must have given it some thought,” Lucifer says, releasing my hand. I glance from where our hands were to his eyes, watching them glistening as he watches me back.

    “No,” I say quietly. “And I’m not sure I want to.”

    “Naomi, come on, do you not think it would be a great thing? The two of us, together like it should be? Do you not think about how good we could be, ruling Hell, being together?”

    I look at him properly, looking into the blue eyes of the vessel, trying to decipher exactly what he’s trying to do. I wonder if he knows I’m getting married to Robb in ten days. He probably does, because he’s the Devil, but still.

    “You’re Lucifer, you’re the Devil,” I tell him coldly, a scowl coming onto my face involuntarily. “So, no it won’t be brilliant or good or great, it’ll be awful, horrible and horrific. I’m not made for you, I’m not yours. I’m my own person, made for myself and I’m engaged to Robb. Go back to Hell, Lucifer and rule by yourself, you’ve done a grand job of it the past however many years it’s been, so continue doing that.”

    I turn to leave, but I suddenly feel him behind me, his hands on my shoulders, holding me to the spot. My mouth opens in shock, every part of my body shivering as if I’m out in the freezing snow against the stark contrast of his warm breath beating down over my neck like a ray of sunshine on a boiling summer’s day.

    “Naomi, do not deny me anymore,” he whispers, sending a wave of desire burning through me. “I know you, remember? I’ve been watching you all of your life.”

    I turn my head to face him. “Unlock the door and let me go.”

    “No,” he whispers, pressing a kiss onto the corner of my mouth. Every single time he touches me, an electric current of desire is bolting through my body, standing every single nerve to attention, every song of the world being sung across me and everything in my vision is brightened.

    “Let. Me. Go.”

    “Just answer me one thing,” Lucifer says quietly, getting the message that I won’t play this game any longer. “Tell me, Naomi, how do you really feel about this Robb, and how do you really feel about me?”

    I scoff, his mouth still close to mine, his words falling onto my lips. “That’s two questions.”

    “Then answer them both.”

    I make no attempt to move, knowing that even if I did that he would force me back to him anyway, so I stay in the position, closing my eyes to at least think on it.

    “Tell me,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on my closed lips, making them want to open and let him carry on, but I know I have to answer him, then he’ll be more likely to let me get out the bedroom.

    “I’m in love with Robb,” I say quietly, feeling his hand move in a gentle line from my shoulder, down my shoulder blade. Slowly, ever so slowly, he glides his hand down to my waist, caressing my waist, his fingers spread so he’s holding me like a lover’s hold.

    “And of me?” he asks, his finger stroking my neck.

    “I…” my voice stops, unable to phrase it.

    “You, what?”

    “I… you’re the Devil,” I tell him in an obvious tone.

    “Your observation skills leave something to be desired,” he responds, the chuckle landing on the side of my neck. “You haven’t answered my question.”

    “I…” I know exactly what I want to say, yet I know what I should say and I don’t quite know which my mouth is obeying. “You’re not Robb.”

    “Naomi, I am not playing ‘state the obvious’ with you and I am not playing riddles,” he says, appearing right in front of me, our faces nearly touching.

    “I’m not in love with you, Lucifer, no matter how hard you try to make me,” I say, fighting the overwhelming urge to contradict everything I’m saying. “But yeah, I have feelings for you, though it’s probably the vessel that’s doing it and I know you’re trying to make it so.”

    When I stop speaking, I feel his hands suddenly cup my face, pulling it closer to his so he can crush his lips onto mine, eating hungrily at my lips. I must confess, I don’t fight back, I just play the game back at him, with just the same hunger and desire, even though I know Robb is just downstairs. Deep down inside somewhere, I know I really, honestly, shouldn’t be doing this, let alone encouraging him and enjoying it even, but yet here in the now, I am enjoying it, I will even go as far as to say that it somehow feels right. Maybe the Devil is right; it’s natural, I’m the X to his Y, it’s always been me, which he is right it has been me since I was a year old, I just didn’t know about it. But at the same time I’m aware that I’m Robb’s, I said yes to marrying him, we have the date set, I have the dress and everything… and I’m one-hundred per-cent in love with him and I know if I don’t marry him I will regret it for the rest of my life, whether that be months or for years and years to come.

    “This is not me trying to make anything so,” Lucifer suddenly says, breaking away from me. His hands stay on my face, holding me to the spot, forcing me to look at him as he says it. He looks into my eyes and carries on: “If I was forcing myself upon you, in whatever way, shape or form, you would know the difference, Naomi.”

    “Then why?”

    “Why what?”

    “Why this? Why tell me two different things? Why this when if the deal is still going, we all know you will just show up and strike me down to Hell with you, regardless of who loves who, who says what or whatever? Why the seducing, Lucifer?” I ask, knowing I won’t get a proper answer, but hey, it’s completely worth the try.

    “You have no idea, do you?” Lucifer asks, his whisper more like a gasp of shock. He moves his hands from my cheeks and instead places his right hand under my chin as if he were inspecting my face.

    “No idea about what?”

    He smirks a little before looking into my eyes, trying to burn the answer into me. “I have told you this before, have I not? You, Naomi Burns, are the One. You are the one who’s meant for me, you are my addiction, you are the One I love, you are my mate, my world, and I cannot let you go. Now you are in the light about me, now I have met you now, I want you, I need you. You are my everything and I need you.”

    I glance away and past his shoulder, feeling the familiar burn of a blush working its way onto my cheeks, probably making itself known. He basically thinks of me the same way I think of Robb and how Robb thinks of me. I know exactly how he feels: the pull of attraction, the pull of love, of real love how that one person has to be in your world and how you would feel like death unless they were in your world. I know how he feels in the fact that I know I could not go on without having Robb around me, how I think of the future and I can only see Robb and I together. I know how before Robb came into my life I never thought of getting married, having kids and making the whole ‘white picket fence’ dream a reality, and now I can. I know how if I don’t see Robb every single day, I get agitated, of how my addiction to TV shows is nowhere near as bad as my addiction to Robb. And I know for certain that if what Lucifer just told me has anything near truth to it and that I know exactly how he feels because I feel it, but I feel it for Robb and not him. The feelings I’m beginning to get for him are only a tiny, marginal, slither of that feeling, except I know that deep down he is still the King of Hell, the Devil, all round pretty much evil and I can control those feelings, whereas with my soon-to-be-husband, I can’t.

    “Naomi, I need you in my life, do you not understand that?” Lucifer suddenly breaks my train of thought. I move my focus onto him and the desperate look that engulfs the vessel’s face; the way his eyebrows furrow together and the lines on his forehead are more prominent, the way his eyes are narrowed in concentration, the way the Scottish accent of the guy is harsher; he’s trying to drum the message into me and he is somehow, I know, being genuine in what he’s saying.

    “I know,” is all I manage to respond. I watch him nod and then disappear before my eyes within a second.

 

    “He was in there, wasn’t he? He locked the door and did some black magic type shit so I couldn’t listen to what he was saying, right?” Robb says when I walk down the stairs.

    “How did you know?” I ask.

    “Because we don’t have a lock on our door, and you would shout back or tell me to piss off.”

    I smirk. “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened.”

    “What did he want? And don’t lie to me this time, Nay.”

    I sigh. “He wanted to know what was going on with you, and he was trying to make a case as to why the two of us – me and him – would make a good couple if we get married and I help him rule Hell.”

    Robb scoffs and begins pacing again, thinking about it all, I can practically hear the wheels in his mind turning in thought. “And what argument did he try and put forward?”

    “That apparently the two of us are meant to be together. Apparently it’s natural,” I tell him and Robb scoffs in response.

    “He didn’t mention the deal being void or not?”

    “Nope, nothing of the sort,” I shake my head. “Probably did that on purpose.”

    “Hmm,” Robb thinks, pacing up and down again, looking at the floor as he does. I know this is hard for him, it must be really hard to be a bystander, wanting to do something, feeling like he has to, but at the same time, I wish I’d never told him about the entire thing. I wish that somehow, he could be innocent to it all, just being completely naïve and in the dark so he could go back to being my Robb; the one who loved me, the one who is sometimes a complete idiot and yet the one who knows me nearly as much as Mia and Isaac know me. I wish it could have been just Isaac and Mia who know about it and not Robb, because then I wouldn’t have to sit here, like I am now and watch him beat himself up about this, wondering what the hell he can do to stop it, when I know there is nothing. I’d have preferred him knowing nothing about it and to find me dead one day, thinking it was a freak accident or a heart attack rather than watch him having this shit looming over him. I’d rather watch him carry on, planning the big church white wedding while I sit knowing it won’t happen. I would have rather spared him this pain, I would rather watch him from Hell mourning me and then moving on, rather than watching him now, mourning now and then knowing he’ll be plotting a way to try and get me back when I’m gone.

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