Demon
[ˈdēmən’]
Noun
1. a supernatural being whose nature is intermediate between that of a god and that of a human being
“Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does. Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.”

Keir plopped down in his desk, keeping his body angled away from the blond boy at his table. He pulled out his phone, 7:57 flashing across the screen. He closed his eyes, praying to whichever gods that might be listening that he would not speak to him today.

“Hey, what’s up? You disappeared at the party.” His deep, silky voice caressed Keir’s ears, making him shiver. With fear or anticipation, he wasn’t sure.

The gods were unreliable pieces of shits.

“I thought you promised I wouldn’t become a sacrifice to Satan.” The words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them, and he mentally cursed. He turned towards him anyway, glaring into the icy blue eyes that looked so much like his brother’s.

“The fuck are you talking about?” He asked with a snort, amused by his snappy words.

“Why don’t you ask Silas?”

For a moment, his eyes widened in surprise, but then a small smirk was on his pale lips making Keir doubt what he’d seen. “You met Silas, huh? What’d he tell you?”

“What did he tell me?” Keir repeated slowly, trying to figure out what he meant. “He didn’t really say much. Just introduced himself. I found your practicing room.”

Nyx rolled his eyes and tutted. “You mean his practicing room. He believes in all that Lucifer bullshit, don’t let him scare you. It’s just a phase.”

The bell ran then, and the blond turned towards the front as the teacher entered the room, leaving him staring at him. What in mother nature’s name had just happened? Mr. Johnson started class, but Keir was unable to focus, instead replaying the conversation in his head.

He couldn’t help the small choked noise that escaped him when he realized Nyx thought he was a human. Were his senses that dull? He probably couldn’t sense anything over his own obnoxious aura.

“You good?” Nyx whispered to him, barely glancing his way as he pretended to pay attention.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe you’ve mistaken me for a mortal.” He whispered back, immense satisfaction rushing through him as it was Nyx’s turn to splutter. Mr. Johnson shushed them, the middle-aged man threatening to change their seating if they couldn’t behave themselves.

The rest of the class was spent with Nyx giving him incredulous glares every few minutes. Keir could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what he was. Truthfully, Keir was doing the same. He had a few theories, though none made much sense. Vampires couldn’t integrate into human society, what with the whole sun thing. He’d definitely seen Nyx outside during lunch with his friends. Ghosts could sometimes be powerful enough to live in the human world for a bit. Why the hell would a ghost work at a grocery store though? Goblins were ugly, and Nyx did not fall into that category. There was no proof against him being a demon though, he was certainly pretty enough. Or perhaps a fallen angel. He wondered if he could somehow get Nyx shirtless, to see if he had any back scars. The mere idea of the blond without a shirt made him blush profusely, then imagining a situation where he could get him that way lead down a treacherous path of dirty thoughts.

By the time the dismissal bell rang, Keir jumped out of his seat ready to bolt from the room but a cold hand gripping his wrist prevented him from escaping. He drew in a small breath, as if bracing himself before turning around. If Nyx noticed the blush staining his cheeks, he didn’t say anything about it and for that he was grateful. He’d probably die of embarrassment if he had.

“What are you?” Nyx asked lowly as everyone stuffed books and papers in their bags and left the room.

“Well, what are you?” He shot the question back, scared to tell Nyx that he was a Naturalist. Naturalists weren’t very well respected by most supernatural creatures. They were mostly seen as flimsy tree huggers.

“I asked you first.” He frowned, light eyebrows furrowing as an annoyed expression marred his face.

He shrugged a bit, pulling his wrist from Nyx’s chilly grasp. “I suppose you’ll just have to guess then.” He said before throwing his backpack over his shoulder and leaving the room.

***

Keir tugged his locker open, shoving textbooks that were too heavy to carry in the small space. It was the end of the day, and thankfully he hadn’t had anymore incidents with Nyx. However, the had found the blond staring at him intensely in the hall and during lunch, as if trying to figure him out. He didn’t think he’d ever not find his eyes startling; they were such a striking shade of ice blue. It made him shiver just thing about his gaze on him.

He jumped as his locker slammed shut in front of him, long, slender fingers sitting against the metal. His overbearing aura was oppressive, and he turned around, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes?”

Nyx was looking down at him determinedly, “You’re a faerie.”

If he wasn’t slightly dazed by the blond’s closeness he would have been offended. Faeries were nothing but trouble. “What? No.”

“Elf?”

“Nope.”

“Nymph?”

“Excuse me?”

“Godling?”

“Stop talking.”

“Overgrown garden gnome?”

“Now you’re just being an ass.” Keir pushed him away and began walking towards the parking lot.

“Just tell me!” Nyx called after him, but Keir only flipped him off and kept going.