Sacrilege (Newtmas AU)

Chapter 8

Thomas had been waiting at the end of the metal fence for what seemed like eternity to him. The brunet slowly rocked back and forth on his heels, holding his lower lip captive in between his teeth whilst chewing on it gently. He remembered Newt telling him to meet him there in five minutes no more no less, and in the end, he hadn't even showed up.

Rage started to boil from underneath his skin, painting his cheeks red in reflex. Every single inch of him urged him, practically pushed him to jump over to the other side, ran to wherever the demon was at and scream the heavens out of him as an attempt to make him feel the three single things he had made him feel those last three days; Desperate, unstable and. . . sinful.

Thomas wasn't these things. Never in his life had he even thought of being any of those things and now a demon showed up and turned his reality upside down along with his believes. But that didn't shock him in the slightest. He knew that demons were capable of doing that, that was their job. No. Thomas wasn't mad at Newt for those things even though they upsetted him.

No. He was mad at him because he changed his heart. He had it all planned. Everything would be settled once his and Teresa's mother would wed them so they'd live a happily ever after life even though right now, that was the last thing Thomas wanted. But, Teresa was a good girl. She wouldn't be that much a bad wife, would she?

Images of him and Teresa living together flashed through his eyes making him wince. Teresa reading on the sofa whilst her bright blue wings sparkled life blue diamons as he walked through the front door. Suddenly, a little boy around the age of 5 jumped on his lap as his soft lavender wings and halo shined brighter than the sun. His light blue eyes and dark brown hair came in contrast with his pale complexion that he had inherited from his mother as the little boy attacked him with hugs. Teresa, chuckling shook her head. That, that was happiness.

Right?

No. Because If that was happinesses, then why on earth did that make Thomas' stomach twist and entangled his guts in a tight grip? Why did a glimpse of that future scared him more than the option of getting his wings cut and getting evicted from heavens?

A heavy sigh escaped Thomas' lips whilst in the same time, his head started to ache. He brought his hands up to rub the bridge of his nose, but that didn't sent the head ache away. Instead, the pain came back mighter, thrusting harder against the walls of his head. That happened every each time that he tried to imagine his future with Teresa.

"Heavens," Thomas breathed out but almost instantly, his look fell on the gap in between the angel side and the devil side. The gap that swallowed every demon or angel that dared to cross over. The infinite darkness. The endless hole. It had many names, and every each one of them sent new chills down his spine.

How would it be like to jump down in there? Would he end up in the earth? Would he become a normal teenage boy? Would he be consumed by the darkness? Would his light be eliminated by the darkness surrounding him? So many questions that he was afraid to find their answers.

"Darling, not even Thomas Edison himself thought that much." A deep british voice spoke causing Thomas to jerk his head up immediately. "A penni for your thoughts?"

"As If you'd care." The brunet answered looking at the demon cautiously. "And I'm not the Thomas Edison. Our names are just coincidentally alike. So don't make fun of it."

"Oh me? I am not," Newt spoke, rising his hands at the air. Later on, he leaned in as much as he could, and pressed his face against the thick metal bars of his side. "And how much I care would actually surprise you."

As those words were in a mere whisper, Thomas couldn't comprehend them. Therefore, he only rolled his eyes capturing again his lower lip in between his teeth. "Why would you ask me to meet you here?"