Inked

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

I stared at my grandmother, the look on her face was so serious, I held back my laughter. "Why do I need to be worried? Isn't he supposed to be nice?"

I mean, he's God right? Shouldn't he be able to forgive and forget everything? Wasn't that how it was suppose to work?

"Well..." my grandmother started, a coy smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. "All those years ago, I tricked your grandfather into thinking I was a fey." Imagining my grandmother when she was young made my skin crawl. She was devious now, what would her tricks have been like back then? "That was how your father came to be. But as soon as he found out I was the ruler of Tartarus, he kicked me out and sent hundreds of thousands to kill me." I just kind of gaped at her. God trying to kill Satan, pretty much. Well now. I'm glad I wasn't alive to see that battle. She had a far away look in her eyes as she continued, "I managed to escape, but your father was born too early because of it."

There seemed to be a lot of information she was holding back on me, but I didn't pry. It sounded like a story that could take a while to get through.

"Why does my grandfather hate Tartarus so much?" I was legitimately confused. These stories were screwing up my preconceptions of Tartarus and Elysium.

"I do not know," was her response, she sighed and pat the back of my hand that was still laced through her arm. "Maybe it is because your father and I are here. He has never met your father before, even though it's almost been a thousand years."

I coughed, hard. "T..thousand years???" I stared at her, unwilling to believe that astronomical number. "My father is a thousand? Then how old are you?"

"I'm close to being six thousand, why?" Having no clue how to answer that, I just stared at her dumbly with my mouth hanging open. But, as I thought about it, I guess it made sense. How many years and stories had been left behind on Earth side about the rulers of both dimensions? How far did they go back? Realizing that my grandmother was telling the truth, I cleared my throat and tried to turn us back to the original topic.

"How do you know he found out about me?" My grandmother squeezed my arm to her and smiled softly.

"I am not sure. But I do not know what he will do if he finds you." The look she gave me told me that even she did not know exactly what would happen.

"So," I wanted to clarify, "it will be bad if he finds me?"

She breathed in deeply and then gazed up at the white clouds drifting in the sky. "It very well could be."

"That's reassuring..." I muttered to myself, frowning. My grandmother pat my arm and then smiled happily.

"While I have you away from Zane, let us wander until we so desire." The two of us spent the rest of the day talking about my powers and about all the demons and angels I had met up until now. She gave me more insights on my powers as an incubus. There were certain things that she disclosed that I never would have thought of. By the time I returned to the office, no one else was there. The couches and desks were empty. Sighing gratefully, I collapsed onto the couch and closed my eyes.

At the sound of a door slightly shutting, my eyes snapped open and I found myself looking at a tall demon. She was taller than even I was, maybe only slightly shorter than Zane. Her breasts were huge, taking up her entire chest, but her waist was the smallest it could be. She almost didn't look real, like a doll. Her long hair cascaded down to her hips, it was a reddish orange color, like flames. Her bright red eyes scanned the room until they landed on me where they narrowed into mere slits.

"Can I help you?" I asked, standing up and taking a few steps toward her. I had to look up at her, my chin tilted back to glance into those fire like eyes. This close I noticed that she wore many different earrings and necklaces, they shined in the light. The demon flipped her hair behind her shoulder and put one hand on her hip, staring down at me with a cold demeanor.