Inked

Chapter 3

Chapter ThreePresent Time

Tartarus Station was not what I expected. I was being trite, but I had expected fire, or ice, excessive heat or cold, not – greenery.

The station was filled with growing plants, flowers; it was filled with life not death. And the humans. There were so many full-blooded humans, so many more than demons. Mages and animal shifters mingled with them. I would bet most of the humans did not know what type of power was contained in those mundane looking bodies.

I shouldn't have been surprised but the myths of Tartarus being a place of darkness and wrath had been ingrained deeply enough from my mother, that I could be nothing other than astonished. Obviously my mother's little tryst with my father had not occurred in the Underworld because not even she could defile this beauty with her tainted words. I smiled at the peace in the station and grabbed the luggage by my side.

Time to find my father.

The station was bigger than I gave it credit for. From the platform to the middle of the station was about half a mile...at an incline! Along the way there were hundreds of vendors selling jewelry, food, beverages, and souvenirs, it was like walking through a mall. Every vendor was yelling indistinct prices, selling something or another for two for one or occasionally four for one. I ignored them all, though once or twice, a male vendor would grin and wink at me. I couldn't help but grin back.

Finally, I made it to the exit, it felt like an hour later. Blocking the way out of the train station was a group of people, of men. They were standing by the two sets of double glass doors, completely blocking one set. A few feet from the group of men was an increasing group of women.

The women were whispering and muttering, blushing and giggling. I could see why. There were seven men standing in a semi circle. Two men were in the center with the other five to their backs. All seven men were watching all women who passed. They were all beautiful, so perfect they could only be demons.

The two in the middle were by far the most...male of the group. The tallest male was over six feet, probably around six foot four, and he had long, thick white hair. It parted from his ears, revealing pointed tips. Even from where I had frozen in place, I could see his eyes were the brightest grey as they scanned every person who passed. He wore a black suit that complimented his hair and strong body type. The man next to him was infinitesimally more striking.

He was shorter than the white haired man, only about six foot one, but he didn't need that height to stand out. His short hair was a brown streaked with silver; it reminded me of a wolf's pelt I once saw. He was lean and his tight black shirt hugged every muscle, every curve. He had long, long legs encased in black slacks with a pair of black dress shoes covering his feet. A red belt wrapped around his lean hips, defining and giving color to the body that was making women drool.

He seemed casual, leaning back slightly, arching his back only the tiniest bit, with his thumbs hooked in his belt loops, a wicked grin turning his lips upward. He had a scar that ran down his eye to his cheek, although it didn't mare his perfection, only simply added. The white haired man had a similar smile on his face, but his didn't make me want to kiss my way up his body to capture his lips. Only the other man did.

Fuck! Why was I drooling over a man!? I cursed at myself. The demon must have incubus blood in him to attract so much attention.

I took a deep breath; I could pass those beautiful, wicked men without making a fool of myself, couldn't I? I didn't know if I could, but I tried anyway. I grabbed my bags and kept my eyes focused on the door as I moved forward. I glanced at the men right before I reached the door handle. Silver eyes caught mine.