The Devil's Vesper: Book Two of the Devil's Gospel

After losing her deal with the Devil, Naomi Hart finds herself married to the Devil and living in Hell. She now finds herself fighting a whole new battle; to try and get home to her real husband Robb, her friends and her Dad. But to do that, she has to find out why exactly Lucifer wanted her in the first place.
Lucifer has been plotting to bring the Apocalypse to Earth, and she plays a vital part in it.
Before she knows it, Naomi is thrown back to Earth and she has to find out a way to stop it, and return to her family.
The battle against Lucifer and his forces proves more difficult than Naomi could imagine, and with the fact she has to convince her family she is actually alive thrown in; she is in for a whole new fight.
Faced with overwhelming odds, Naomi needs to find Robb and get his help before time runs out and her entire existence is compromised, but with his belief in her diminished, Naomi’s battle seems even more difficult than she could have ever thought.

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50. Forty-Nine

Isaac

 

    “What d’you thinks happening?” Mia broke the long silence. It’d been a good few hours since Lucifer left with Naomi in tow and neither of them had spoken until now.

    “I don’t know, but whatever’s going on can’t be good. It’s too quiet out there,” Isaac told her from the window. He hadn’t seen anything, heard anything or even felt anything since they were left there in the flat all alone. Quiet was never good, Isaac knew that from pretty much the entire situation with Lucifer and Naomi since they were told about the truth. Lucifer had been quiet over those first three months which turned out to be worse than they thought. He had been quiet when he took her, that wasn’t good. He was quiet when Nay came back from the dead, and look what happened there. Quiet was never good, and it was too quiet right now for it to be good news.

    “For once that might mean nothing, which is good. Maybe she managed to do it,” Mia said to him, and even Isaac could hear her trying to convince herself with that too. It wasn’t working.

    “When has nothing been good where the Lucifer and Naomi situation is concerned?” Isaac asked nonchalantly. They both knew the answer to that, so Isaac chose to say nothing and let the situation lie.

 

    He walked away from the window and went to the kitchen, knowing Mia’s eyes never left him even as he opened the fridge and got a beer out. Isaac decided that if he was going to die in the next few minutes, why the Hell shouldn’t it be with a beer in his hands? He wanted to know what was going on, where she was and what the Hell he was doing to her.

    Isaac loved her. He always had. When he and Nay met, they found they had the same free periods together at college and immediately after one hour together, they became as close as anything, and from that moment, Isaac knew he wanted her for himself. He knew she was Robb’s girlfriend, and he loved Robb like a brother, but at the end of the day, he wanted Naomi. But he knew he would probably never have her: Robb and Naomi were in it for the long haul, they were the ones everyone knew would end up getting married, having kids, buying a house and staying together until they both died of old age. Isaac learned to live with it, he loved her from a distance the whole time; forever the best friend and never the love. Until the Lucifer thing came about, then things changed. He had a vested interest to save her, he needed Nay alive. Even if he could never ever win her, he needed his best friend, the love of his live alive. And then she died and Isaac knew his life would never be right.

    He took a long gulp of beer as he remembered seeing her again, when she was in her own body. It was like the light was switched back on and everything was fine tuned like a TV after a storm. When Robb died, everything went topsy-turvy once more and nothing was right. One quarter of their family was dead and stolen from them. He still couldn’t get his head around how quickly everything went from normal to plain weird then to dire and then the worst in three months. Then Nay came back and it was good again, then went straight to dire again and then Robb died and things went from the worst to worse again in two minutes. Then he and Nay began their relationship and although things were dire again, it was good. He had what he wanted, but the bittersweet truth of the depths of their relationship was in the back of his mind constantly; he couldn’t kiss her without knowing Robb was probably watching, he couldn’t touch her without feeling a bittersweet twinge. It was like he had to go through shit to get the good and it was a constant mix of strange.

    And now Isaac knew he and Mia were standing, just awaiting the inevitable apocalypse. It was the elephant in the room; the quiet of everything meant Nay had to have lost her battle. If she was still alive, she would be there and fighting with them, she would let them know they had nothing to fear that she was still alive. There would be no real way she would still be alive and not tell them.

 

    “Isaac, come on,” Mia said. Isaac could tell by the tone of her voice that she was scared. The upturn in her tone that turned the sentence into a kind of question told him all he needed to know.

    “I don’t know what to do, Mia. If we leave the house, we run the risk of facing whatever is going on out there. We need to stay in the house until we know what’s happening or whatever. And since we have absolutely no indicator of when that’ll be, we might as well make ourselves comfortable,” Isaac said and took another swig of beer, the barley and alcohol warming his throat and chest as it made its way down his body. He was trying to wash down the horrific taste of what he knew was likely to have happened to Nay with the alcohol, but when he’d run out of liquid to wash his throat with, the acidic horror came back as bile. He had to swallow the truth down again, but he retreated back to the fridge and found another beer standing in the door, welcoming him to use it as a way out of the pain for a few moments, or what could well be the last sips of his life as he knew it.

    “Drinking isn’t going to bring either of them back,” Mia said, entering the kitchen to give him a disapproving look.

    “No it won’t,” Isaac agreed and took a small sip. “But it makes me forget the pain.”

    “Isaac, we could still fight this.”

    He cut her off: “How, Mia? Honestly? Let’s face the facts here: Robb is dead. Nay was taken by Lucifer to bring the apocalypse to the earth. And it’s quiet out there: no lightning, no plague, no big huge dark clouds, no light beaming out to the sky like a UFO, no nothing. It’s probably happened and she’s probably dead too. How do we fight the probable upcoming apocalypse with no Naomi and no Robb, huh?”

    He watched her look to both sides and to the ground as he took a longer sip of beer. They both sighed at the same time and came to the realisation:

    “We’re screwed.”

 

    “What if we’re panicking over nothing though?” Mia suggested, the optimism shone through her voice to give Isaac a single second of relief. But then the reality of the situation came through as he finished his third beer in a row.

    “Then we can wake up tomorrow morning and try and make sense of it all. But for now, who knows, we could only have half an hour or we could have four hours. I’m gonna go out half cut and by my best friend’s side,” Isaac said with a small smile on his face, the only one he could muster. He found the muscles in his face hard to turn upside down of late; it hurt emotionally to think he could smile while his best friend and now-girlfriend were definitely and most likely dead. He hated the thought of Naomi or Robb knowing he had been smiling without them around. He felt like he was cheating Nay if he so much as found something good in this life without her, and therefore he was letting Robb down by being bad to Nay.  He was worried the whole thing with Naomi was just so she wasn’t lonely with Robb gone, that he was just making sure she wouldn’t get lonely without her husband around and that he was just keeping her on the straight and narrow for Robb.

    What if that was what she just thought of him? What if Robb hated it? Is that what everyone but Isaac thought of the entire situation? What if he had been played for a fool and taken for a ride?

    No. Naomi wouldn’t do that to anyone, let alone him, her best friend for three years. Especially not when Robb was dead. After everything that happened, she wouldn’t give herself to someone else if she didn’t feel something for them, especially with Robb freshly gone and everything going on with Lucifer. She wouldn’t risk it, and he knew she wouldn’t risk his life for anything, or Mia. She wouldn’t have started something new if she didn’t mean it. Isaac knew it, Mia knew it, and Hell, if Robb knew anything about it, he would’ve known it too.

    “What do we do now?” Mia asked. If this situation wasn’t happening, she would’ve sounded like a lost puppy and damned stupid, but with what was happening, she didn’t. It was just that Isaac didn’t know the answer. He knew he wanted to continue drinking beer until he couldn’t see a thing clearly and the thoughts in his head about Nay and Robb left his mind in place of something else, even if it was worse. But that wasn’t happening, and with Mia now sobered entirely since she got pissed earlier when Lucifer stole their best friend, it was not a viable option.

    “We drink ourselves to our death before Lucifer can do it for us,” Isaac said without another thought, took another beer from the fridge and sauntered into the lounge. The only thing he found on his mind was how Naomi and Robb would kill him for giving in like that, but at the end of the day, he knew they were both dead and there was not a lot they could do about it from Hell. He couldn’t hear them so, as his mum used to tell him when she was pissed beyond belief: ‘out of sight, out of mind’.

 

    It was over within a second. Isaac likened it to when his ears popped in a plane or a train. It was all he heard and it was all he needed to hear. He knew.

    “You heard it too?” Mia asked in a small voice. He nodded once, not wanting to say anymore. Isaac knew what it meant, and as he turned to look at Mia, he knew she knew it too. “What could that mean?”

    Isaac merely looked from the window to his best friend, giving her a look that told her all she would need to know. It meant nothing good that was for sure.

    “Nothing good,” Isaac told her quietly before letting the curtain fall back so neither of them could see outside.

    “What do we do?”

    “Nothing. We do nothing; we can’t do anything.”

    “But, Isaac, that means…”

    “I know,” Isaac spoke, draining the last of his beer off. He didn’t want to admit it and he certainly didn’t want to face it.

    “Isaac,” Mia called him from his thoughts. “You know what this means?”

    “Yes I bloody well do know what this means, Mia!” Isaac snapped, the anger reaching his mind, tearing strips at him. “It means they’re dead and we’ll be dead soon. It means the apocalypse is actually coming.”

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