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.


4. Three

    Right now there are three things I am sure of; first, that the man standing in front of me is Lucifer, the Devil, Satan in a vessel. Don’t ask me how I can actually believe it, because I couldn’t answer that, but the fact of the matter is that I believe it and I know it’s true. The second thing is that my father is downstairs in some form of archangel-induced sleep that he can’t be woken from until Lucifer decides he can. The third and final thing I am sure of is that I am surely tied to the Devil somehow, but how, I’m not entirely sure of yet. Apparently I’m engaged to him, but he hasn’t explained that yet, and I’m sure if I was engaged to an archangel, I would’ve known about it before now.

    “I’ll start from the very beginning for you, Naomi,” Lucifer says and sighs deeply. “I know you know the story of my brothers and I… how we are four archangels, the descendants from our father, God. I was cast out of Heaven and sent down to Hell, in a cage, to live for eternity by my dear brother Michael.”

    “I know, I watch Supernatural,” I say with a sigh. “So what you’re telling me is that the show I watch on TV… it’s not fictional, it’s practically all true?”

    “Apart from the demon-hunting brothers and the demons, yes,” Lucifer nods, cocking his head as he does, as if he were considering this.

    “So if demons aren’t real, how are you real? How do you make deals? How’d you bust out of the cage?” I ask, sounding like a damn Winchester now. I seriously love Supernatural, but even I know it’s just a bunch of freelancers who couldn’t get a publishing deal who decided to create fiction for TV instead of a bookshop.

    “How I got out of the cage is my own business, Naomi, but it involved a few seals, like in your show, and a lot of hard work, but I got out, and then you came along, and I made a deal for you when you turned eighteen so I could wed you and you would come to live with me in Hell,” Lucifer says with that wide smile again. Well, he isn’t really explaining anything.

    “Why would you want me? What the hell have you got to gain?” I demand and at that, he smiles again, but this time not as wide, just a simple… smile.

    “That is for me to know, but the simple answer is that because I had a glimpse of what you would become, and… well, you have not disappointed me, Naomi,” he says.

    “Well, I’m so glad I have been of service, Mister Devil, sir,” I scoff sarcastically.

    He chuckles. “The thing is, Naomi, you have not a choice. You are to be wed to me, one way or another, willingly or not, and I will take what I am owed one way or another.”

    “Oh, so you’re Blondie as well are you?” I demand, referring to the song ‘One Way or Another’. I’m not expecting the next laugh that comes from him after my half-joke and I arch an eyebrow at him. “Look, Lucifer, I believe you, I get it, you made some kind of deal or whatever where I’m to be your precious bride, but the fact remains that I have no idea how this deal was made, who by and why the hell you would want to make a deal for me. I have a boyfriend, who I am really happy with and I have a life, so if you wouldn’t mind waking my Dad up and leaving me alone, that would be wonderful, because I have college in the morning and it’s still… technically my birthday for five more minutes, and I’d like them in peace. Thanks, bye,” I say with a nod and stand from the bed. He stays on the chair though, just watching me as I walk towards the door. “You can leave now.”

    “You have not heard me out fully yet, Naomi,” he says.

    “What more do you need to tell me? I already get it; you’re Lucifer, the Devil and you’ve like come to take me or whatever,” I scoff, looking right at the Devil. I’m still half-expecting him to sprout the red horns, tail and bring out a pitchfork, I’m not going to lie about that. But I’ll be damned if I start that conversation. He won’t ever freaking leave then.

    I watch him as he rolls his eyes once more, obviously annoyed with my impatience. I feel like sighing and saying ‘well, I’m sorry, but it’s kind of hard to be patient with a man claiming to be engaged to you, especially when he’s the Devil, and not giving you proper answers’, but that would just make the situation a whole lot worse.

    “The other thing I wish to tell you is how it will work,” Lucifer says.

    “How what will work?” I question, folding my arms in annoyance. One thing I learned from watching Supernatural was that the Devil talks a damn good game, and he isn’t very… forthright with giving answers. That goes for this Lucifer too; he’s not giving me anything straight, anything to use, anything to make sense of this complete bullshit.

    “How you being my bride will work, of course. Naomi, you cannot tell me you are this naïve,” Lucifer says. “You must realise that it is not going to be as simple as you walking down an aisle in a church.”

    “I do know that, I’m not an idiot. I meant, how can you tell me that when I actually haven’t agreed to it yet,” I point out and stand with my back against the door of my room, hopefully making him realise that I want to get out of here.

    “I was going to finish by telling you that in order for this to happen, in order for you to join me in Hell… well, you will have to sacrifice something, because as we all know one way or another, Naomi, nothing in this life, or death, comes free,” Lucifer explains.

    “And why exactly would I sacrifice something when I didn’t even make this deal? Why should I sacrifice something for something that was dealt by you? Surely you’ve already given your part of the deal, so why should I pay for something when it would just make everything uneven?” I question, thinking I’ve just made an excellent point.

    “Just listen to me, Naomi,” Lucifer says and stands from the chair, standing just in front of it and looking across the room at me. I nod, meaning for him to carry on. “In order to fulfil the deal, in order for you to do as I was promised, as you are bid, you are going to have to die, here on earth.”


    “Wait… wait, what?” I demand, shaking my head. There is no way… no serious way… “Die? What the hell are you… what’re you on?”

    “I am not on anything, Naomi, you’ve watched that show you love… when they go to Hell, it means they have to die up here, on Earth,” Lucifer says and I watch the way his mouth twists in confusion, like he can’t understand why I can’t understand it. “It is pretty obvious, is it not?”

    “Wait, so you’re telling me that when I was a year old, somehow, you were promised that when I turned eighteen, you would be taking me as your wife and to do that I have to die… so you basically bargained for my death… when I was only a year old?” I clarify. Who in their right mind would bargain with the damned Devil to basically kill me when I’m a year old?

    “Basically, yes, in its simplicity, yes, that is what happened,” Lucifer considers and nods.

    “Who made this deal… what was given in exchange for my life?” I demand, stepping away from the door and towards the Devil. There is no way this is happening; I am not dying and going to Hell just because someone was selfish enough to give me seventeen years to live. I was a baby for crying out loud… what would possess someone to do that to a child?

    “Naomi, I cannot tell you that answer,” Lucifer says calmly and takes a step forward.

    “Then who can? God? Your brother Michael, or what about Gabriel? Or, hey, there’s Raphael, too,” I snap. “Tell me right now who basically signed my life away to you and then just let me go unaware, making friends, planning a life ahead of my eighteenth birthday when they knew it wouldn’t happen… tell me who let me fall in love with a man I would never end up being with after my eighteenth birthday but never told me not to do so.” I watch his shoulders rise and fall in a long, deep sigh and his brow furrow, his eyes drop to watch the floor and in that one moment, I see the vulnerable side of the Devil.

    Or at least, the vessel, but I guess that is really Lucifer controlling everything the vessel is doing, right? I don’t know. I guess I’d like to think it is Lucifer, because if this is true; if I really am meant to be dying and going to Hell to be his Queen, then I would rather believe that there is a vulnerable and almost humane side to Lucifer. Because, let’s face it: even in legends, every single legend, myth and fictional tale of the Devil, Lucifer… whatever name you want to call him in whatever religion, the Devil is the antagonist, right? But, now, I know he is in a vessel and everything, and I have absolutely no clue as to whether this expression is Lucifer or the vessel himself, but it’s almost like I’m looking at Lucifer, the Fallen Angel rather than a cocky bastard in a meat suit, and I can feel the vulnerable, humane side of him… it’s rather weird actually.

    “You need to ask your father about that one, he knows the answers you seek,” Lucifer says quietly, not looking up from the floor.

    I furrow my eyebrows as if he’s looking at me, but he continues to look at the floor. “What do you mean he knows the answers? I’m asking you, Lucifer, and anyway, you knocked my dad out!”

    He finally looks from the floor to me and his eyes soften a little. I keep hold of the reservation that it’s actually just the vessel doing that and not the fallen angel inside, but I keep watching him nonetheless.

    “Ask your father, he is awake now,” Lucifer says with a slow nod. “I will return.”

    “What?” I question, turning my head and watching the door open ajar, but when I look back round, Lucifer is gone.

    “Dad?” I call, running out the room and down the stairs before Lucifer even has the chance to turn up again. I make it down to the lounge to find my Dad standing from the sofa and rubbing his eyes, looking confused as… anything. “You okay?” He looks about as confused as I feel. I don’t understand what just happened; I believed the guy, sure. But equally… the Devil? A human engaged to the devil? What was this? Some stupidly hyped up Hollywood film? Shit like this doesn’t happen in real life, does it?

    “Yeah, fine, I guess I must have been more tired than I thought,” he says with a smile. “Everything okay, sweetheart? You look spooked.” He turns to me, looking serious.

    I sigh. “Dad, we need to talk.”

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