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.


41. Forty



    “Naomi, sweet, you okay?” Mia walks in my room and sits on Robb’s side of the bed. I can’t even be bothered to tell her off, I just lie in bed in the dark, with Panic at the Disco on repeat and not saying anything.

    “You’re gonna have to come out and face us at some point. This isn’t healthy for you, staying in the dark on your own. It’s been a whole day, Nay, come on. Sit on the couch with us, watch TV, have some food and orange juice,” Mia says, taking my hand from across the bed. I look at her in complete defeat.

    “I don’t want to,” I say and listen back to Brendon telling me about a casual affair. I wish. No, actually, I’d rather have Robb back. Robb and our baby that never really was but should’ve been. That’s what I want more than anything. Though if Brendon walked in right now and told me to go with him, then I think that would be about the only thing that would get me out of bed right now seeing as I can’t have Robb back.

    “Naomi, come on. Please? For me?” Mia pleads. I look back at her in annoyance, knowing I will have to give in to her eventually. I roll my eyes and throw back the cover. “Thank you.”

    “Whatever,” I sigh, getting out of bed and finding my blanket, grabbing my pillow and putting the music off. I follow her reluctantly to find myself being escorted to the sofa beside Isaac. Nicole’s doing something in the kitchen and Mia sits in the arm chair.

    “Come here,” Isaac says, grabbing the pillow and putting it on his lap. He insinuates me over for a hug and I find myself in his hold, letting go of the tears I’ve been holding onto for ages. “It’s okay, come on.” I feel the blanket being put over me properly and Isaac’s arm closes around me in a proper hug. I take his other hand and squeeze it tightly.

    “What the hell was that thing anyway?” I manage to cry out.

    “I’d give you an answer, sweetheart, but I don’t know,” Isaac says, his voice thick with sympathy.

    “Nay, you should have this,” Nicole suddenly appears in front of me. I look up to see her handing me a hot chocolate. I smile at her and sit up properly, still sitting right next to Isaac for a hug.

    “Thanks,” I say, taking the mug. I find marshmallows and whipped cream on top; she even knows how I have to have it. “Thank you all for everything.” I sniff back my tears and wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie. “You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”

    “You don’t need to thank us, Nay. You’d do it for any of us. Well, not Isaac because he’d never need help giving birth,” Mia says with a small laugh.

    “Hey, you never know,” Isaac says, sounding insulted. “I could give birth any day now.”

    “To a food baby probably,” Nicole chuckles. I take a sip of the chocolate, laughing away. I watch Isaac’s insulted face when I finish drinking and find myself feeling a little better for being out here and not brooding to myself.

    “You feeling a little better already are you?” Mia asks in an ‘I told you so’ tone.

    “Yeah, yeah, you were right as usual,” I roll my eyes and poke my tongue out at her. She laughs at me and nods in approval. I get up and take my mug into the kitchen.

    “Hey,” Isaac appears behind me. I face him properly with a small smile. “You really okay?”

    “I don’t know. It’s just weird. I still can’t get over that I gave birth and I have nothing for it. I don’t know, I’ll get used to it eventually.”

    “Come here,” he says, wrapping me in his arms. I cling to his shirt, needing some form of someone close. He’s probably biding his time to talk to me properly about the kiss and everything, but right now, I just need him as my best friend. I don’t think I can even begin to think about what happened right now.

    “Thanks, Isaac,” I say and let him go. He looks down into my eyes and smiles at me.

    “We’ll work this all out, okay?”

    I nod in response and move into the lounge and sit back on the couch, reaching for the TV remote when the doorbell goes off. I listen as Isaac moves down the hallway to get it.

    “She’s in the lounge,” Isaac says and I listen as someone walks through the hallway and I look up to see my Dad standing there, looking at me.

    “Dad,” I greet, standing up.

    “What’s been going on?” he demands, his face looking distressed.

    “What are you talking about?”

    “I just had a visit from Lucifer,” Dad says.


    “What the fuck? What did he want with you?” I demand.

    “He told me everything; that he killed Robb, that you’re the final seal, that… that you were pregnant with some sort of form of his child or something that’s also to do with this seal or some shit. He then told me that you’d had the child and that it’s somewhere, and that I’m to come and persuade you to go to him and help him the final two seals,” Dad explains. “But like fucking hell are you going to help him. You will sit here and tell me what the Hell happened down in Hell. You are then going to tell me exactly what happened to Robb and then you are going to tell me what happened to this child and why you didn’t tell me you were pregnant. Then you’re also going to tell me how you got pregnant in the first place when the amount of time does not actually add up. And I am not leaving until you do.”

    “Do you want tea?” Mia asks.

    “No, I want a strong Scotch, thanks, Mia,” Dad says.

    “And me, please,” I add and I move to the dining table, which apparently has become our ‘serious talk’ place in the damn flat. Dad sits opposite me and Nicole stays over on the armchair while Isaac stands by me and Mia sorts out the drinks. It’s only freaking ten in the morning and me and Dad are on the Scotch. This shit must have been serious enough for him.


    I tell Dad everything, absolutely everything from the minute Lucifer walked into my life to the minute I gave birth to what was basically a light, angel thing. About half way through, he made Mia get him the bottle of Scotch and he’s now had about four small ones, knocking them back in pure shock. I think the part where I told him there was never a deal with him and Lucifer tricked me into making that deal got him pretty bad. I skipped over the parts where Robb slept with someone else and where I slept with Lucifer. Sometimes, some things just need to be kept secret.

    “So, what now? You’ve had this… thing and it’s disappeared. What now? You hide out here, you run away, you face him… what?” Dad asks.

    “We don’t know,” Isaac says. I look at him to carry on for me. “We’re just… kind of waiting. We know obviously she’s for the last seal, so we’re just holding out until we work out what we can do.”

    Dad nods and pours himself another Scotch. I watch him down it and then look between Isaac and me. “So, you have no plan? No solid, real plan for any of this? How do you expect to win without knowing what to do? How do you…”

    “Dad,” I cut him off. “We will do this. It’s a case of working it out. He won’t bring any apocalypse without me for the final seal. He won’t get me. That is plan enough. We’ll do this, and he won’t kill anyone or rid of anything. He won’t win. We’re fine.”

    “If you’re sure…” he says, arching both of his eyebrows at me. He examines my expression for a minute. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “I…” I start but stop. How do I tell him that I was ashamed? How do I tell my own father that I didn’t tell him because of the truth? How do I tell him that even though I told him the truth just now I still didn’t want him to realise the proper truth about the deal he thought was true but wasn’t.

    “Naomi?” Dad asks.

    “I didn’t tell you because I… I guess I’m ashamed of it all. I look back at my life so far and I’m so proud of some of it; of you raising me on my own, of marrying Robb, of everything. I didn’t know how to tell you that I was pregnant, I didn’t know how to tell you that Lucifer had killed Robb, I didn’t know how to tell you that the baby was originally Robb’s, but Lucifer fucked around with it and made it his. I didn’t know, Dad. I was scared, and I didn’t want to worry you. You’ve been through enough, I didn’t want to burden you with this as well.”

    Dad smiles at me, a sort of regretful, sad but yet at the same time sort of bittersweet smile. I look down at my glass, spinning it in my hands. I wish that this had never happened, and I wish my poor Dad didn’t have to go through this turmoil with me. I know he’s now going to blame himself for not seeing that there was never a deal with Lucifer and him, and I know that how many times I tell him that it was not his fault, ever, he will still blame himself. I wish that I didn’t tell him; I wish that I didn’t have to tell him, but this time Lucifer had manipulated the situation too much for me to get out of it.

    “Naomi, you should’ve told me when everything started happening.” Dad says and I finally look at him, smiling away at me as if nothing were wrong at all. “But you didn’t, and you weren’t going to tell me the truth, were you?”

    “No,” I admit, knowing there’s absolutely no way out of this at all. “Dad…”

    “No, Naomi,” Dad shakes his head and cuts me off. I shut up and carry on looking at him. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve told me now. Look, we will get through this. I might not be of much help when the apocalypse happens or doesn’t happen or whatever the Hell you guys are planning to do, but I can damn well help you emotionally. I am here for you, Naomi. You are my daughter and I love you more than any words could ever say. Just let me in.”

    I look across at Isaac, but he doesn’t look back. I look across to Nicole who gives me the faintest of smiles. It’s when I look at Mia, who’s already crying, that my eyes start filling with tears. I don’t even know why. Probably regret, probably wishing that I had Robb here, and probably just everything. Knowing my Dad will somehow blame himself for something that was outside of his control, knowing that he wishes he could help us out, knowing that he wishes that I could let him in on everything… my Dad has always been so good to me; the one man who would never break my heart, the one person who could fix anything and everything. He would move Earth, Heaven, Hell and an entire solar system for me, and I know he would. But this time, even when I look back at my Dad, I know we both know this is one thing he can’t fix.


    “So, not being funny here, but your Dad is right, Nay.” Mia says.

    “What part?” I ask.

    “The part where he asked us, what now? Do we literally just wait this out, do we start on a plan? What?”

    I fall silent, not knowing how to answer her. I have absolutely no idea how we’re going to pull this off. Other than me running from the Devil when the sixth seal finally breaks, I am literally fresh out of ideas. He has the child already, no doubt, so one half of his great big fuck off plan is already in motion. Though I still don’t know what his child has to do with the seal.

    “I don’t know what now, I truly don’t. I mean, we have no idea how he’s going to break the sixth seal and we don’t know when. I guess it’s a case of trying to think of what it could be, how it could break and trying to stop it. He’s obviously been biding his time after killing Robb and getting his precious damn child,” I say with a shrug.

    “The sixth seal brings natural disasters, right?” Nicole asks.

    “Right,” Isaac confirms.

    “So it’ll be something to do with nature. Naturally,” Nicole says. I smirk at her joke and then think properly. Natural disasters; earthquakes, floods, tidal waves, volcanic eruptions…

    Nature; trees, earth, skies, winds, animals…

    How could they all be connected and break a seal?

    “Nope, I can’t link it all together,” I finally announce. I stand from the chair and head to the kitchen, putting my glass in the sink and grabbing the orange juice from the fridge. Having some orange juice after Scotch probably isn’t the best taste combination in the world, but why the Hell not? You only live once, right, as the stupid arsehole saying goes. And if I’m on death’s door, I want to have what I want.

    “It could be something simple like he makes the first earthquake of them all, or he makes a volcano erupt…”

    “Then how are we going to stop that?” Isaac asks.

    “How do we stop a damn natural disaster?” I say and down the juice, wincing at the disgusting Scotch and orange juice combination. Never again, not even in this one life.

    The doorbell goes off and I sigh in annoyance, knowing it’s my turn to go. Though if that’s a damn police guy or whatever, then I really am screwed, but what does it matter? Everyone’s probably going to die soon anyway, they won’t remember that I’m technically and lawfully dead in another life. I hope.

    I reach the latch on the door and open it. Standing in the doorway is a small child, no more than probably seven.

    “Hello?” I ask her, looking around for her mother. Nowhere to be seen. There’s no car with anyone in, no adult around. “Are you lost?”

    “No, you’re the one I’ve come for, Mummy.”

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