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.


22. Twenty-One



    He really wants to know. I can’t believe this. He took the damn hint and now he’s fixated on it. I pull the blanket around Nicole’s body tighter; I chose this nightdress on purpose, because I know he loves it, and plus, it makes me feel good, especially as I’m back from the dead, technically anyway. I just… how do I begin to explain any of it to him? About the vision, about the whole sacrifice thing, about me falling into Lucifer’s trap again, about marrying him? How do I do that? How do I even begin to explain to Robb that we were having a baby when I died? How do I do that to him? I know it’ll crush him; it’ll crush him more than me dying and me being in Nicole’s body.

    I can tell by the way he’s looking at me with those eyes that he’s verging on drunk already, if he has another bottle then he will literally be wasted. Maybe I could give him another one and then tell him the truth so he won’t remember in the morning. But then… has he been drinking to get by since I died?

    “Robb, it’s not about protecting you or keeping secrets, it’s about me… being ashamed,” I admit, watching his hair instead of his eyes. I can’t look at him while I say this, but he’ll get even more pissed off if I don’t, so looking at his dark curls is probably the best bet. “I’m ashamed okay, of it all, and no offence to Nicole because she’s a wonderful person for doing this for me, but I didn’t want to be in her and I don’t want to possess her right now, but it’s the first thing I could do otherwise I would’ve been gone forever. I need you, Robb, I need you so much it’s beyond believable. I need Mia and Isaac, and I need my Dad if he ever does turn up. But most of all, I need you.”

    Robb sighs and finishes off the bottle before looking at me properly. “That’s not what I’m talking about though, is it, Nay? I’m talking about after you died and before you used Nicole as a vessel. I’m talking about what happened when you were in Hell, when you married the Devil and apparently slept with him. That’s what I want to hear about Nay.”

    I close my eyes and sigh deeply. I know what he meant, but still. I really don’t want to go here, I really don’t. He won’t, either, when he hears it. He’ll wish I had kept my mouth shut.

    “All right, fine,” I say with a long sigh. I watch him straighten in the chair. “Hell wasn’t like they all go on about, for me it was fucking Southampton Common. I thought I’d woken up drunk in the park, everything ached and I was alone in this vast park. It was sunny, like a normal English summer but without wind or rain or snow or anything. That’s what Hell is like, or my part of Hell was anyway, Southampton Common on a typical British heat wave. When Lucifer finally came to see me, he told me it was only one part of Hell, and he told me he’d given me the nicest part of Hell. I have no idea where else there is, and I don’t wanna know if that was the nicest. But after about a day that I counted, I have no idea what the damn time difference between Hell and Earth is, he forced me to marry him. I literally walked down an aisle and they said some words, I don’t even remember what they were and that was that. I didn’t see him for ages after that. Literally, ages. It was probably the two months I counted, I don’t even know any more, Robb. It just went on and on and on and on in Southampton fucking Common. I was alone, with a park, a bench, a forest, then the park again. I don’t know how many times I walked that fucking park. If I never see it again it will be a lifetime and more too soon.” I’m not even crying any more, my eyes are just staring at Robb, finally watching him. His face is blank, that dull, blank expression he wears in lesson when he’s ridiculously bored and zoning out, but I know for a fact he’s listening to every word I’m telling him and taking it in.

    “So what, he literally left you for two months?” Robb asks. “Nothing?”

    “I counted two months, I don’t know how long, but yeah, literally, nothing,” I tell him. “When he eventually came to see me it was because he wanted to show me something. He took me and he showed this… vision is the only way I can describe it. Basically it was a vision of what would’ve happened if we had found a way out of the deal.”

    “What was it?” Robb asks, sitting forward in the chair and resting his elbows on his knees.

    “The vision was of you and me in here, the flat, we had a child, nearly a year old and I was pregnant with a second. Then it showed me Dad, lying on a floor, bloodied with cuts and bruises everywhere. That was all I saw. Lucifer then told me that there was in fact a way out of the deal,” I tell him. “He told me the entire truth, Robb.”

    “Which is what? Explain it,” he says, his eyes wider.

    “Basically, there never was a deal with my Dad when I was a year old. There couldn’t have been; I was too young to understand what was going on and you can’t bargain for someone else’s soul. He tricked us all into thinking there was a deal because when he saw me as a baby he chose my soul to be the key to taking the horsemen to Earth. Once my soul was in Hell and he was married to it, the horsemen would be unleashed,” I explain. “And thus, he tricked us, knowing I would make a deal for three months or whatever, but basically sell my soul. If we’d worked that out, I would’ve been free. But once I struck my deal, there was only ever one way out: I could have sacrificed someone else’s soul. He told me I could’ve sacrificed my Dad’s soul, and we all know he would’ve insisted I do it, even though I know I couldn’t do such a thing to him. But if he had, then he would’ve been tortured and beaten and been in a much worse situation because he wasn’t the seal.”

    Robb sits back and sighs deeply. I let him take it in; everything I’m about to tell him will overwhelm him so giving him a minute won’t harm. “Okay, so it would’ve saved the apocalypse would it, sending your Dad’s soul?”

    “No,” I shake my head. “Lucifer would’ve swapped the souls, so Dad would’ve been the seal, but because he wasn’t the promised soul which was mine, he would’ve been tortured in Hell for it. I couldn’t have done that even if I had known, Robb, you know I couldn’t.”

    “That’s not what I’m saying, Nay,” Robb says and sits back. “So what else happened? What was the vision about us for?”

    “Lucifer wouldn’t tell me, but what he did tell me was that I was important, but he was alluding to me being the seal thing? He didn’t tell me that until about a week or so before we left for Earth, so he kept alluding to it the whole time, but didn’t tell me until recently,” I explain. “But he came back later on, I don’t know, another day or something and explained that the vision was of the beginning of December next year, about a year from now I suppose. Kind of.”


    I watch him nod and think this over.

    “How does that work? I don’t understand it,” Robb asks.

    “I’ll come back to that later,” I say, not needing that right now. Once I tell him, that’ll be it, so I might as well just tell him the rest. I really don’t want to go any further, but I know I have to. He won’t stop otherwise. “Basically, he let me back to see you when you and Mia and Isaac were around the table that time, what I told you about last night. That was when he finally told me about me being the seal thing. We had a long argument, and he trapped me in this clearing thing in the forest so we could discuss it or whatever. He wouldn’t let me go. That was when… that was…”

    “When you slept with him,” Robb finishes for me. I look down at my lap, nodding. “Why?”

    “Because I’d just seen you for the first time in… I don’t know how fucking long it was, because I wanted more than anything in that moment when I saw you to just reach out, to feel you, to I don’t know, fucking speak to you. Then he tells me about the apocalypse shit and I couldn’t think straight and it all came on top of me at once, and he’d put his hands on me, he was doing that thing where he controlled me almost and he kissed me, and I didn’t know what I was doing. I guess I never thought I’d ever see you again and I needed to… you’re a man, you know what urges are like, okay? You’d know better than anyone I suppose. Yeah, I know it’s Lucifer and everything, okay, I felt horrible afterwards, okay? I regret every fucking second of it, but it happened,” I explain, and this time, tears are coursing down my face like I don’t know what.

    I watch him as he keeps silent; the way his eyes are dulled when they usually sparkle, the way his breathing is erratic and uneven, fast one second and then slow the next, the way his hands are holding his head up, the way he’s searching the floor for something with his eyes, his dark mop of curls just hanging by his ears, needing a wash and a damn cut. He can’t quite tell what to do with himself or how to continue this conversation. Hopefully he won’t want to and we can both go to sleep and forget this ever happened so I don’t have to tell him the worst part. Though, right now with this reaction, I don’t know what is worst: me sleeping with Lucifer or me being pregnant when I died.

    “Don’t you dare tell me you’ve had little demon devil kids, because that will just… I couldn’t do that, Nay, I couldn’t,” Robb suddenly pipes up, looking at me desperately. “I can just about handle this, I think, but that… no.”

    “No, Robb,” I shake my head. “It was the once, and never again. I’m dead, remember? Or was dead, or am, I don’t even know what I am anymore.”

    He nods and sits back in the chair, obviously ready for more. Oh, can we stop? “What else happened, Naomi?”

    “He made me promise not to visit you or come home when we came up here. He made me promise to find him straight away, or he’d find me and he told me I had to help him bring the apocalypse and what it would be, like I told you earlier, and then we came up here and I found Nicole,” I tell him. “That was it. I didn’t see him much, I spent too much time alone and here I am now.”

    “What about that bit you said you were going back to? The kids? How does that work, Nay? What, so he shows you some vision and it…” he stops speaking, and I watch the confused look in his eyes. “I think it was pretty important that while your Dad was tortured and Lucifer was bringing the apocalypse to Earth that humanity was still there and we had kids there. Didn’t he bring it or something?”

    I smile a little and wipe my teary eyes before turning serious. “I don’t know what happened about that there, Robb, but whatever happened, humanity survived. I don’t know, maybe he had to wait another eighteen years or something, he never told me.”

    Robb nods. “So, what else did he say about it? We had a child, Nay, even though we agreed not until after graduation.”

   “Robb,” I warn, really not wanting to go there.

    He narrows his eyes, his forehead creases and he realises something. “There was something else. What did he tell you?”

   “Robb, not, please, not now,” I plead. “I can’t… I can’t handle that shit.”

    “And you think I can handle you sleeping with the Devil just as much? What did he tell you, Nay?” Robb says, knowing that shit will work on me because of the guilt I feel.

    “You think I can handle the fact I’m sitting here where another woman’s been for months? You think I like being here whilst you two time me and her?”

    “Don’t you fucking dare, Naomi, don’t you fucking dare! You have no idea!” he yells back. I jump a little and bow my head. “Tell me, and you owe me some fucking truth.”

    I sigh and nod, bracing myself. “Robb, he told me, and I don’t know how real or true it is because I didn’t know until he told me, but he told me that when I died, I was…” I take a breath and look at him. “I was nearly three months pregnant.”


    I watch the realisation settle in. He sits right up in the chair, breathing deeply and looking right at me.

    “Nearly three months?” he asks.

    “I was ten weeks,” I say. “April fourth next year, my due date, if obviously what he told me is the truth.”

    “Not even Lucifer could lie about that Nay,” Robb says and suddenly stands up. “Where’s your diary?”

    “What for?” I ask as he goes into action, getting it out of the drawer. My pink diary, full of the dates of my periods and everything. Oh.

    “See if it is true or not, you never fail to put it in here, Nay,” Robb says and flicks the diary open. “So you died September eighth…” he flicks the pages over and over for September, August and July. He flicks back to June. “Your last period was the twenty-ninth of June. You haven’t marked anything since then to the day you died. Either you were pregnant or Lucifer stopped your fucking periods.”

    I stand back from him as he puts the diary down open on the bed. “I…”

    “How did we not know?” he asks. “You didn’t even guess? Not a fucking clue that you hadn’t bled for three months? You were pregnant? I can’t… I can’t… what?”

    “I don’t know, Robb, okay? I didn’t guess, I didn’t think. We had so much going on…”

    “We’re usually careful!” Robb cuts me off, yelling this time. “Naomi… I… what…” he stops for a second, working it out. “You would now be five months pregnant?”

    “Yeah,” I nod.

    “You’re dead,” he scoffs, tears coming down his face. “You’re fucking dead and in the ground and there was our child in there!”

    “Robb,” I try, reaching out.


    He pushes me off him and grabs his keys, slamming the bedroom door behind him. I bolt after him, seeing him at the front door.

    “Robb, please!” I yell and he slams the front door behind him.

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