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.


14. Thirteen



    Nicole shot up from bed, fully aware that she only had a nightmare. It wasn’t real, there was absolutely no way that was real. It can’t have been… she was still alive. There was no blood anywhere.

    And anyway, how could that be real when it was in Hell? That shit wasn’t real at all; it was just some stupid myth and tale made up by people in the churches to scare little kids into being good, just like Santa was made up to make sure the kids behaved around Christmas time and went to bed by eight at night on Christmas Eve. The Devil wasn’t any more real than God was, and God wasn’t real at all.

    She laid back down in her bed and checked the time on her phone: Jesus, how was it only half eleven at night? It felt later than that! But then, she went to bed at nine. There was no way she could keep this up: she needed to get herself out more. But she had no one to go with; now that Danny had dumped her, now that all her so called ‘friends’ had ditched her because they believed the stupid rumours…

   No, that wasn’t fair. They weren’t even rumours. She knew she had done the wrong thing; Danny knew it as well. Hell, the whole damn group knew it. She had slept with Dylan and she had cheated on him, but at the same time, they were both drunk and she had regretted it afterwards. She knew that didn’t make up for it at all, but that was no reason for all of her friends to go back on her. Especially Faye. They were meant to be best friends; they had been since they were eleven years old. They did each other’s hair, they told each other all of their secrets, they even chose the same subjects at college.

    As for Danny; they had been together since they were sixteen; he was her first everything; kiss, boyfriend, they even shared their first time together. She loved him more than she’d loved anyone or anything; she loved him even more than she loved Billie Joe from Green Day, and to her, that was a Hell of a lot. She admitted the mistake, she grovelled, pleaded, promised never to touch another drip of alcohol again, but that didn’t do anything, he still got rid of her, threw her to the curb for one mistake.

    And it wasn’t like Dylan was much help; they were friends, they had been since they started college, and they had both had a crush on each other, even Faye never failed to mention the sexual tension between them all the time, so why did everyone immediately turn her away now, when that was all they could go on about before the two of them got drunk and slept with each other? That was the pissing top of the iceberg for Nicole; the fact they loved to rib the piss out of them for obviously crushing on each other even though she was with Danny, yet the minute the both of them make a mistake, it’s bye-bye Nicole and throw her to the curb. They got rid of Dylan too. The two of them had been ‘welcome to each other’ as Danny yelled across the café.



    Nicole stirred, turning in bed, but not wanting to get up. She really couldn’t face being awake right now, not after the good dream she was having…

    “Nicole! Wake up, damn it!”

    She stirred again, forcing her eyes open. Above her was the most fucking weirdest thing she thought she had ever seen…

    “Naomi? Naomi Hart…? What the…? You died!”

     Above her, sitting on the edge of her bed was Naomi Hart – the girl that had been in her class for everything since they started school, yet not in the same lessons in college, but the girl she had spoken to a few times, been friends with but never really close like she was with that Mia Scott or like Nicole and Faye had once been. She always knew of Naomi and liked her, but they never really hung out. She had been glad when she heard of her and that Robb boy in the year above, and she even sent them a card when they got married… and then the news got around college that she’d died of… what was it, a sudden unexplained death or something. Nicole had even gone to the funeral, but… she couldn’t be sitting on her bed. Fuck off, she was dreaming again.

    “Don’t say it, I’m dreaming. You’re not fucking here, you can’t be. You’re like some ghost in my dream telling me about the shit I already know I’m guilty of. Don’t do this,” Nicole begged, putting her hands over her ears to drown out the words that might come out of ‘Naomi’s’ mouth, she even shut her eyes again, to get the vision out of her eyes. This was complete bullshit. How could this even be real? She had seen Robb at college, looking like a skeleton; it was like he was dead as well, walking around, trying to carry on, but everyone knew he was breaking down and having a complete breakdown. They all knew he was dying inside, that he might as well have gone with Naomi. No one wanted him to; Robb was well liked around their year; everyone knew him, everyone got on with him and everyone generally thought well of him, as well as Naomi. The two had never been popular per se, and they never really mixed with anyone but Isaac Long and that Mia Scott, but no one in school or college hated them. When they got married, everyone was happy for them, and they were the couple that you knew would be together forever and have loads of kids and grandkids. But then she died, and everything just got fucking weird ever since.

    “Nicole, I need you to look and listen to me.”

    It was no use; Nicole could still hear it.

    “You’re not real,” Nicole told herself, but even when she opened her eyes, she could still see Naomi. She looked the same as she usually did, except she had some sort of… light about her. A dark light, a weird glow thing. Everything about her looked normal spare for the glow. She had her wedding ring and engagement rings on, she had normal clothes on, her hair was down and looked remarkably normal and glossy, like she’d washed it or something. She was wearing shoes…it was Naomi Hart, but she was dead.

    This was weird. Definitely weird.

    “I need you to listen to me, Nicole. I need you to help me.” Naomi said, and it was her voice, she was definitely saying this stuff, it was definitely coming from her mouth. “I know this is weird, but please hear me out.”

    Nicole took her hands away and put them by her side. This was not happening. This had to be a dream. “This is a dream, isn’t it? Please tell me I’m dreaming.”

    “You’re not dreaming, Nicole, it’s really me, it’s really Naomi, okay? Just listen to me and then freak the fuck out, okay?” Naomi told her with a small laugh.

    “Then if that’s really you, how are you not dead? You died. You died of a fucking sudden death thing, you’re…you’re dead!” Nicole panicked, backing herself up in the bed. She felt the tears streaming down her cheeks out of pure fright.

    “I did die, yeah,” Naomi nodded. The bed actually felt heavier and when Nicole slightly moved her foot, she felt the dent where Naomi was sitting.

    Holy fuck this was the weirdest shit ever.

    “There’s a lot I need to explain, but yeah, I died. I don’t know really what of, but I died. To cut a totally huge and long boring story short, I was killed by the Devil, or Lucifer, whatever you want to call him. He killed me and took my soul down to Hell. That’s what I am now, how I’m appearing to you. This is my soul, back from Hell,” Naomi said to her, as if it happened every single day. Nicole felt like responding with something like: ‘Yeah because that’s totally believable, the fucking Devil killed you and now you’re a soul back from Hell. That’s totally real shit, Naomi.’ She wanted to wake up from this shitty dream and be back in bed like she was before. She wanted Danny back, she wanted her best friend back and she wanted the rest of her friends back. She didn’t want them all gone, and she didn’t want this stupid ghost in her dream any more. Couldn’t shit just stop raining down on her?

    “Basically, Nicole, I need a vessel, someone to hold me and someone I can use to walk around, because I can’t appear like this forever. Eventually, if I don’t find a vessel then I will permanently die and I’ll have to stay in Hell forever and I won’t be able to come back. I’m dying right now, properly. I need to enter someone, and they will bear me, hold my thoughts and feelings, I need to basically take someone over until I’m done here or until I can find my own body and get back to my own life,” Naomi told her seriously.

    “What? But you’re dead, and that shit isn’t even real!” Nicole exclaimed.

    Naomi chuckled. A real, real chuckle. “That’s what I believed, until the Devil walked into my room on my birthday. That’s what Robb believed until he met the Devil himself. He’s using Mark Smith’s body as a vessel, you know the Scottish law teacher at college? He’s in that body, Lucifer. None of us believed any of it – God, Devil, demons, Hell, Heaven – was true until he walked into our lives, killed me September eighth, and he took me down to Hell,” Naomi explained. “But here I am, I’m back and I’m meant to be helping Lucifer bringing this damned apocalypse to Earth to destroy humanity, but I don’t have a body, and well, if I use my own it’ll be obvious to him who I am, so I need someone else. Not to mention the fact I can’t actually find my own body. And all I want to do is see Robb, Isaac, Mia and my Dad.”

    “Wait, wait, so you’re telling me you need someone to possess?” Nicole asked, going along with this shit for a minute to get it clearer in her head.

    “Well, I suppose you could call it that, but I wouldn’t like be mean or anything, I’m not the Devil,” Naomi said with a laugh. “That’s why I’m here, Nicole, I mean, you’re like the first person I’d think of; you’re pretty, well liked, and the total opposite to me look wise. Lucifer wouldn’t think I would use a body that wasn’t my own, and well, you’re taller than me, you have brunette hair, dark eyes, you know; everything that isn’t me.”


    “You want to possess me?” Nicole asked. “But… none of this makes sense!”

    “Nicole, I really don’t have much time,” Naomi pleaded. “I really will be as nice as I can; I’ll keep you alive, I’ll let you have your life back when I’m done, I won’t be a long time, just until I find my own body. You can have your thoughts, feelings, everything. I’ll even pay you if you need it when I’m done, I don’t care, I just need to use a body and I need someone who he wouldn’t expect, yet someone close enough that when I see Robb, it’ll be believable. Please?”

    “You need permission?” Nicole scoffed. This was beginning to make more sense, but it still was totally ridiculous. Fucking Devil’s, God, demons… all of that shit was real. That didn’t make sense. How the Hell could it all be real? How could Naomi’s soul be a thing, and how could it be alive? How could she have survived the pits of Hell?

    “I do, of course I do,” Naomi nodded. “And if you really wanna know the truth about the things that happened – I can see the questions written on your face about it – then you’ll have total access to my thoughts and feelings and everything if you let me in. I know it’s a big ask, Hell, a ridiculously big ask, but I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it. Nicole, please?”

    Nicole looked into her lap, thinking about it. Naomi was right; she obviously needed it, and Nicole would get access to get to know her better, and find out the truth about this shit, and she could walk around and get to know Robb, Mia and Isaac, Hell, she could even make some new and better friends out of this. She could try and forget Danny, Faye, Dylan… it could be a good thing. Though it would bring in the total shit with the Devil, they could die. But if this apocalypse thing was true, then it would bring the end to humanity anyway and everyone would die. Or at least, that’s what those damned Sunday school teachers had preached when her parents made her go all those years ago.

    “If I say yes, can I ask something totally weird?” Nicole finally asked dubiously.

    “Anything,” Naomi nodded.

    “You’ll find out why, but I’ve lost everyone I thought were my friends. If I say yes, can I like, make friends with you guys? I sound like a total prat and a baby asking like that, but… I could do with a new start,” Nicole asked with a small laugh.

    Naomi smiled. “Nicole, of course you daft cow. You don’t even need to ask that.”

    Nicole smiled back at her, finally feeling a little easier. Maybe this wasn’t as freaky as she first thought. It’d be weird as shit, but if it got Naomi what she wanted and if it got Nicole away from her shitty life right now, then Hell, why the fuck not? “Okay, go for it.”

    “You mean I can use you as a vessel?” Naomi clarified.

    Nicole nodded. “It’s going to be weird isn’t it?”

    “I honestly have no idea, but probably. It’ll probably feel weird, but we’ll both get used to it probably. I’ve never done it before, obviously. But I think we can do it. I’ll try and get it all sorted as soon as I can.”

    “Okay, just do it, go for it. I give you my permission or whatever,” Nicole nodded, squinting her eyes closed so she didn’t have to see it.

    “Thank you,” Naomi nodded.

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