Sacrilege (Newtmas AU)

Chapter 4

"Name's Newt." The boy repeated while crossing his hands across his chest. Once he got no answer, the blond rolled his eyes. "Does your species know how to talk, or are you guys that impolite?"

Thomas was lost in the voice of the British boy, too occupied by carefully checking him out from head to toe in order to reply. He seemed so fascinated from the taller boy's posture that he suddenly forgot how to talk. Or even seem like anything else but a creep that checked people out. His jaw was lightly ajar, and his eyes got locked with Newt's. It didn't take much of an effort to realise that he was the boy that he had touched in his dream.

The boy from the other side.

The demon.

Newt was slightly taller than Thomas but when compared to him, the few centimeters that made the difference at their height were suddenly crystal clear. Thomas had to lightly jerk his head up in order to look up at the male demon. However, Newt wasn't what he expected him to be.

He actually expected a monster. He expected a little reddish creature whose eyes were bright yellow and had skin like the rotting cheese; Blue. He expected him to have a wicked witch's voice and have an elliptic frame for a back. He actually expected a troll that would have huge nails and shove darkness at any place  possible. What he didn't expect,  however, was for him to fall that out of his expectations.

The boy had short dirty blond hair that barely touched his shoulders whilst they covered most of his forehead. His skin was pale --- almost dead pale --- and his lips wore a soft shade of pink. His frame was thin, but still fascinating as his clothes hugged his body in an tight embrace. However, the most intriguing part of them all, were his eyes. The same chocolate brown eyes that Thomas had stared at no longer than twenty four eyes before he was sent to earth. The same eyes that reflected both curiosity, surprise --- hate?--- and amusement.

Newt was an enigma, and Thomas made it his life purpose to try figure him out.

His eyes were soon to land on the back of his back, however, were a dark pair of wings rested. His wings were similar to Thomas'; Both of their wings shone at the light of day, however Newt's had something special. Newt's wings had sharp endings and even when he wasn't standing in the day light, tiny little diamonds made their appearance as If trying to make the taller boy more perfect than he already was.

Saying that he was at least charmed from the demon was a huge understander.

Stay away, his subconscious yelled at him causing him to wince in the slightest. He's bad news. He is going to be your destruction.

But maybe I can be his salvation.

"So?" Narrowing his eyes, Newt pressed for an answer. "You don't know how to speak English, or does that halo you're wearing on your head keep the blood from feeding your brain?"

Thomas was astonished from the sharp tone Newt used but also his rudeness. Never in his life did he imagine that he could actually refer to anyone like that, not even If he tried and Newt made it seem like It was the easiest thing to do in the entire world.

"I-I'm Thomas." The brunet muttered, holding out his pale hand for a shake. "Thomas Edison," He added.

Newt just shot him yet an other glare but this time, It was directed towards his hand. "Oh look, he talks." The blond mocked. "And here I thought you were both deaf, and speechless."

Thomas clenched his fist with his free hand, and forced a small smile at his lips. Suddenly his old believes came crushing down towards him giving him an slight headache as a result. Demons are not of no good. They will play tricks on you and then laugh as you bleed. They're the devil's creature. They'll kiss you and steal your breath away while they consume it for their own sake.