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.


7. Six

    “Yes, me,” Lucifer says with a wide smile. Only now does he break the long stare we’ve had going between us to look at my Dad. He stays where he is though, looking even more comfortable than he did before.

    “I didn’t think this would happen,” Dad says. I break my stare and look at the floor, taking one step backwards. It’s only now that Lucifer begins… laughing. A proper, genuine laugh. He looks away from both of us and towards the wall in front of him as he chuckles, his entire vessel shaking with the humour.

    “You didn’t think this would happen?” Lucifer laughs, repeating Dad’s words, shaking his head in disbelief as he does.

    “No,” Dad clarifies.

    “You make a deal with the Devil, and you don’t think I would ever come to take my part of the bargain? Are you stupid as well as naïve?” Lucifer asks, suddenly turning serious and looking towards my father.

    “Hey! Watch your mouth,” I warn, not afraid of him. The worst thing he can do is kill me, and we all know that’s what his part of the bargain was anyway, so it can’t really get worse if I don’t mind my tone.

    “Watch your tone,” Lucifer responds, snapping his head towards me. I arch an eyebrow and give him what I hope comes across as a glare.

    “You have what you want – her mother is dead! Why is that not good enough?” Dad questions. He’s obviously ignoring the exchange between me and the Devil.

    “Because, Matthew, the deal was that Naomi lives for eighteen years, one of her parents get to live, the other dies and I come to make Naomi my wife on her eighteenth birthday. Well, it is now one day after her birthday. I’ve decided to be kind and give her a couple of days to adjust herself to this information. Except, it seems that today a spanner was… what is the phrase… oh, yes, a spanner was thrown in the works today. Seems Naomi’s boyfriend has asked her to marry him, look,” Lucifer suddenly stands and strides towards me, grabbing my arm in the process and before I can snap it away, he holds up my hand with the ring on, showing Dad. I watch as Dad’s face remains blank, probably knowing it would come sooner than later, and probably not surprised it be now more than any other time. Lucifer lets me go and I take two steps away from him, not wanting to be in his reach for anything.

    “And she will marry him,” Dad says. I look from the floor up to Lucifer, who’s eyes are now fixated on me, waiting for my eyes to lock on his. I stare at his shoulder but I know he’s waiting for me to look at him, so I chance a glance up and our eyes meet again.

    It’s as though he’s trying to install his plan into me, trying to make me say yes, even through a single look through his vessel.

    “She will marry me,” Lucifer says, his eyes not leaving mine, not even to blink. “She will be coming to Hell, to wed me and be my Queen.”

    “Why can’t she marry you here, on Earth?” Dad asks, just contradicting his last sentence, but I’m not about to bring it up. I stare into Lucifer’s vessel’s blue eyes and I see something; something beyond the vessel, something inside Lucifer, something like amusement mixed in with pure determination and want. He’s driven, completely driven by something he hasn’t yet revealed or something like that.

    “Because I am the Devil, because I live in Hell, and in order for one to be the King or Queen of Hell, one has to reside in Hell,” Lucifer says, breaking looks with me and glancing at my Dad. He begins speaking with his hands, moving them around in exclamation. “Are you honestly that naïve to think that I could acquire this body and I could just… live here and wed someone on Earth while I have Hell to lead? Do you really think that’s how it works, Matthew?” Lucifer stands back and takes a couple of breaths before carrying on, still speaking with his hands. “Question; when you made the deal, if you had realised that it actually involved your daughter coming to Hell, would you have made it still?”

    And that calls time for me: “That’s enough!” I step in between my Dad and Lucifer, needing this to stop. “Don’t answer that, Dad. Just… stop!”

    “Stop what, Naomi? Coming to take what it rightfully mine?” Lucifer snaps back, and my head whips around to look at the Devil. The vessel’s eyes are narrowed and I can see the pure anger radiating from the way he suddenly stands up to the vessel’s full height, which is not much taller, but the way he carries himself with such precision and grace, it feels like he could be seven foot or something. I take one single step back and keep my mouth shut.

    “She is not yours,” Dad tries, but I can tell it’s already over before we even begin.

    “You sold her to me and that makes her mine, because she’s now eighteen years old,” Lucifer says calmly, but still keeping the stance and radiating the anger. “She is going to say yes and then I will take her, and then we will marry.”

    I literally feel the roll of emotion in my throat before they even reach my eyes and overwhelm my vision into a blurred scene. I manage to turn myself away from the two of them and take a couple of steps towards the door.

    “Naomi, stay here,” Lucifer says in a voice that asks me rather than him issuing a demand. I stop moving but stay turned away. I don’t know what to do; I obviously don’t want to marry the freaking Devil, and I don’t want to die and I certainly don’t want to be the Queen of Hell. But at the same time, I know something will happen, and Lucifer will get what he wants, simply because he is the damned Devil and he obviously isn’t going to leave any time soon, without what he wants, which is me. Because he was promised me, my dad made a deal for my life. And what do I tell Mia and Isaac about their best friend being sold to the Devil, how do I tell them that I have to die, I have to go with the Devil to hell, forever and not ever be able to see them again? How do I tell them all of that? And the other, most important thing: how do I tell Robb all of this; that his now fiancée is actually engaged to the Devil, due to die soon and go down and rule Hell? How do I tell the man I love that actually, I can’t be with him anymore?

    Of course that’s if I’m even allowed to move from this room before being taken to my doom.

    “She can do what she wants, she can live for as long as he wants, she can marry who she wants, she is not going anywhere with you,” Dad snarls.

    I suddenly think of Supernatural, which is totally the wrong time and place, but I end up thinking about the deals they make on there. Albeit with a Crossroad Demon, and this is the Devil so it’s more serious, but whatever. This could work.

    “No she cannot…” Lucifer begins and I zone out to think about what I’m about to do. It might backfire fully and it might end up with me going to Hell now, but it might also go right and I may end up delaying what could be the inevitable, which is what I need right now.

    “Wait, wait,” I call over the top of Lucifer’s coming speech. Both of them stop and turn to me. The nerves begin taking over, one sense by one; the smell of pure nerves in sweat filling my nose, my heart pounding, aching my chest, my quivering hands and the sight of the probable anger that will come out of Lucifer when he hears what I have to say.

    “What is it, Naomi?” Lucifer asks; the calm in his voice slightly tainted by annoyance.

    “I have an offer,” I say quietly and keep quiet as I watch Dad glance this way and then quickly back at Lucifer, whose eyes flash open in intrigue and a smile washes over his mouth. I make a note in my mind that if I could, I would roll my eyes at the damn fallen angel and curse him, but because I’m about to attempt making my own deal with him, it’s probably not the best idea to do either of those things out loud or so he would know.

    “An offer, Naomi, really? And what might that offer be?” Lucifer asks, approaching me. He stops within a couple of feet of me and looks down, the vessel’s ice blue eyes staring right into mine, intrigued as anything and a sly smile works its way onto his mouth.

    “Naomi,” Dad warns, moving himself so he’s standing behind the Devil but so I can see him out of the corner of my eye.

    “No, Matthew, let the girl speak,” Lucifer says, moving a hand out and showing my Dad his palm, gesturing him to stop speaking. “Naomi, what is the offer?” I close my eyes for a moment, inhaling oxygen into my already restricted lungs. The fact I am about to make a deal at all is ridiculous, but what I’m about to make a deal for is even more ridiculous, and might backfire. But if it gives me a chance, I guess I have to… I guess.

    “Naomi?” Lucifer prompts and I open my eyes and find his eyes still staring into me, trying to work me out. I sigh once more before gathering the courage to begin:

    “I want you to give me a couple of months,” I say confidently, not letting my nerves be seen as much as possible. My hands fit into my jeans pockets, my voice I manage to keep even, my eyes never falter from his.

    “In return for what, Naomi? We all know I will not give you something for nothing,” he says calmly.

    “I will go to Hell with you, if you give me a couple of months here on Earth to say goodbye and live for a while,” I say, and refuse to mention the fact I have a plan. He doesn’t need to know that part, though I guess he would have to be stupid not to realise that I will try to get out of this supposed marriage, but if it works, well, then it works and everything will be well again.

    “Naomi,” Dad starts, but I glance at him and nod. He sighs and turns away from Lucifer and me, obviously crying or something.

    “How many months?” Lucifer asks.

    I decide to aim high: “Eight.”

    “Three,” Lucifer counters.

    “Seven,” I attempt, not moving my eyes away from his, not giving up. He’s accepting the deal, so I have time. It’s just haggling what time, and apparently it’s proving difficult.

    “Two,” he arches an eyebrow.

    “Seven,” I repeat.

    “One,” he challenges and I scoff at him.

    “Six,” I try, knowing he won’t refuse the deal, even if the next thing he says is no. I can tell he won’t refuse.

    “No,” he says predictably.

    “Fine, four,” I minus two, watching his eyes light up in surprise.

    “Three months,” Lucifer arches his eyebrow again.

    I smile and nod. “Three months.”

    “Fine, you will have three months from tomorrow, here on Earth and then I will come for you and take you to Hell with me,” Lucifer nods.

    “Fine,” I nod.

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