If there's still anybody out there, here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it! And beforehand, I'm sorry for the really long flashback in here! My reason behind it can be read in the AN at the bottom! Plus I need some help with an idea I have"

A tiny warning to the readers out there! Towards the end of the flashback, things get kinda heated. But no worries! It isn't really that major, just thought a little warning might be nice for some people.

As always I don't own anything except the plot.

Enjoy! :D

Chapter 6

"You puny god, thinking your are so much better than everyone else. What do you think you are doing trying to kill my son?!"

His voice rang throughout the throne room of Olympus like that harsh, chilling wind on those cold winter nights. Silence had settled upon all beings present, even Ares had quieted down to just shameful whimpers and moans - ones that he would certainly deny later.

As the silence laid over them like a stuffy blanket, a certain young wolfs mind was definitely not in silence. As he stared towards the fiery violet hand holding the God of War suspended in the air, in the center of the throne room, words and visions were rushing and jumbling through his mind, giving him a headache - something that was hard to achieve for a wolf.

The two words that were stuck in his brain like a CD stuck on repeat - "my son". Was he really this powerful deities son? He couldn't really compare their appearances, because the only thing he could see of his father that could be a body, was the gigantic, fiery, violet hand around Ares' neck. But even that was a match - obviously they both had hands- but the dark violet color seemed to draw towards him, reaching out as if to caress him. He also remembered when he was mad - really - mad, the aura surrounding him in that moment contained the same shade of dark violet.

Slowly the burst of power that had flattened the almighty Gods and Goddesses into their respective thrones eased away. Zeus quickly straightened his back and fixed his suit and tie, staring at his son hoisted into the air, he picked up his Master Bolt from the marble floor.

"No need for weapons, son of Kronos and Rhea." The mysterious voice rumbled as he flicked his enormous pinky finger - sending the Master Bolt flying into the wall behind Zeus' throne. Slowly the fiery hand lowered itself, disposing Ares' body in his own throne. "Now, I would like it if we could talk about this like adults. No weapons, no fighting, no threatening, got it?" The voice questioned, the gods and goddesses looked at each other before nodding. "Good."The voice answered, you could definitely hear a smirk in his voice.

The beings present watched in amazement as the shadows in the room gathered towards a spot in the middle of the throne room, forming a tall, muscular humanoid being. The shadows swirled and twisted like a beautiful dance around his body, solidifying it more and more. The contours of the large hand were gone, and left behind was a mass of swirling and twisting violet fire, dancing like the shadows, but all the more beautiful and fascinating.

But the mass of violet fire seemed to yearn towards Percy, stretching its limbs and tentacles as far towards him as it could. Some of the fire tickled his face, brushing from his jawline and up towards his hairline, sending a spark of power and delicious sensations tingling throughout his whole body. His lips parted, jaw slacked as he sucked in a sharp breath. This was unlike any feeling he had ever felt before. He felt powerful, but there was another sensation he couldn't place. It was something he had never felt before, it was strong and sensual, like something was drawing him towards something or someone else. But before he could savor it, it was violently ripped into the mass of dark shadows that swirled around the tall man staring intently at him - his father.

The man was definitely handsome - tall, muscular, violet eyes and he was quite pale - not as creepily pale as Hades, it was more of a 'I haven't seen the sun in millenia' pale - he was also dressed in an expensive looking, dark suit with a violet tie. Now that he looked at him closer, he could see some similarities between them, ink black hair, strong cheekbones, a squared jaw, and he had obviously gotten his height from his father - his mother only reached to a little above his shoulders in her human form.

The man tilted his head towards the left as he examined his son with the same intensity, "Interesting…" he trailed off, mumbling to himself. He looked down to where the purple tentacles were swirling around him, occasionally stretching out in the direction of his son, in an almost desperate attempt to reach him, before they were sucked back into the darkness.

"Who are you?" Zeus exclaimed, "You have no right interrupting our meeting and attacking my children!"

The man began laughing - a strong, booming sound emitting from the back of his throat. As his laughter died down, he glared at the King of Gods - sending a chill down his spine. "And you have the right to attack and attempting to kill my son? Who is innocent in this case? Am I not allowed to protect my family? Because I for one actually care for them." If it could, his glare intensified even more, but after glaring at Zeus for a couple of seconds he stopped and looked around the room towards the other gods and goddesses, "Well, I should probably introduce myself." He said with a grin adorning his lips. "My name is…"

"Tartarus." Lupa breathed, looking at her former lover in wonder, a small smile gracing her lips and tears collecting in her eyes as she studied him. He looked the same as the day they had separated, but she could see new emotions swirling in his violet eyes as he had looked upon his son. His eyes looked at their son with love and pride, something rarely seen on his usually stoic and serious face. She smiled as she remembered the first time she had met him.

Lupa had met Tartarus by accident, it had been one of the few times she had ventured into the city alone. She usually liked to have a companion with her or better yet - not go at all. The mortals in this big city were annoying and self-centered, only caring about getting from A to B.

The reason for why she was in the city to begin with, was because her pack had been constantly attacked by monsters. A pack of shape-shifting wolves could only hold on their own for so long, especially with the new young additions that had come in the recent weeks. So now that they had a small break from the constant attacks, they needed to heal - quickly. And since Lupa was the strongest and fastest in the pack, she had - grudgingly - volunteered to go into the city to retrieve the necessities.

Now as she dodged mortals while juggling numerous bags stacked so high in her arms she could barely see over - she was starting to regret her decision. But this was for the welfare of her pack, she could go through some annoying mortals for them, no matter how much she wanted to rip their tiny heads off.

She walked sideways as she rounded a corner while shouting "Watch where you're going!" to a young skateboarder that almost ran her over. But as she turned around, she smacked right into another body.

"Ah, damn it!" she growled as her bags fell towards the concrete, contents spilling over and bags ripping. "Can't you see where you're walking? Agh! I can't believe this! How the hell am I supposed to get this back?" Lupa growled as she started collecting some of the pain-killer jars that started rolling into the mass of people.

She had yet to look up at the man, and he had yet to speak. As Lupa continued to grumble about how 'people always get in the way', the man knelt down in front of her and held out a package of bandages to her, "I'm sorry, but you were the one that bumped into me, missy." Lupa was startled out of her grumbling by his deep, strong voice. She scowled at the package in his hand before snatching it away from him, ignoring him.

"You're a feisty one aren't you?" He chuckled, making her shiver at his throaty laugh. 'Damn thats sexy' she thought to herself and without her consent, her head shot up towards his face.

"Oh…" she breathed as she studied him, her anger at him quickly slithered away. The sexy chuckle belonged to an even sexier man - if that was possible. He was pale with jet black hair, strong cheekbones, a squared jaw with full lips that was adorned with a sexy half smirk. But his eyes were the most mesmerising of all, they were a beautiful shade sea green that seemed to swirl and change before his eyes.

"So, what's with all the medical stuff?" He questions as he raises a thick, dark eyebrow. The sexy smirk widening as he noticed her staring.

"That's not any of your business." She scowled at him, as her cheeks tinted pink for being caught staring, and that smirk of his was starting to get annoying.

He helped her pick up some of the supplies that laid around him, gathering them in his arms. As she finished loading up her supplies again in her makeshift bags that barely held their contents, she looked skeptically towards the handsome stranger.

"Where to, milady?" He questioned in a fake british accent, cocking his head to the side.

Lupa snorted and scowled at him to cover up the smile that was threatening to appear on her lips - he would probably never let her live it down.

"Nowhere with you, that's for sure." Her scowl deepened, "Now, give me my supplies back. I have somewhere I need to be."

"But sweetheart-" He began before Lupa interrupted him with a viciously growled "Don't you dare call me that." but the stranger just continued, secretly smiling on the inside. He really liked this young woman, she was everything he wanted - needed - in a woman. For starters, she was absolutely beautiful - long, luscious, chocolate red hair, intriguing silver eyes, deliciously long legs and a absolutely sexy body - and talk about her personality! He just loved it, she was feisty, snarky and she definitely wasn't afraid to stand up to him - something that he loved in a woman and made his body react in the most delicious ways. Oh, he was totally going to get to know this exclusive woman - even if it killed him, something that actually couldn't happen.

"As I said before you so rudely interrupted me, sweetheart," He smirked as her scowl , if possible, deepened and her cheeks coloured red in anger and maybe - hopefully - embarrassment? "as you can see you have quite a lot of supplies here, and your hands are full. So being the gentleman I am, I'll walk you home."

"I am more than capable of carrying this by myself." The growl that followed sounded dangerously close to a wolfs growl, so she stopped - she couldn't have this mortal getting suspicious of anything, he was annoying enough already.

But of course Zeus had to be mad or something, because just as she was going to walk away from him - with or without all her supplies - the skies opened up and ice cold rain doused them in seconds.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She yelled at the skies.

"How far is it to your home?" The stranger questioned as he picked a handful of supplies from her arms.

"A two hour walk." She mumbled, "But I'll run, that'll be faster. Now give me my supplies back, I don't need you tagging along."

"Oh no, sweetheart. I'm not letting a pretty woman like you walk home in the rain, with your bodyweight in supplies too. My apartment isn't far from here, you can take a shower and wait out the rain." He smiled genuinely and began walking in the direction in which Lupa came, gently laying his free arm over her shoulders - making her heart skip a beat. Even if she was taller than an average woman, he still towered over her - something they both secretly found attractive about each other.

By the time they finally burst into the lobby of the building his apartment laid in, they were both soaking wet, leaving puddles behind them as they walked into the elevator. The handsome stranger pressed the button for the top floor - a penthouse apartment.

Lupa started laughing, some of the supplies in her hands falling to the elevator floor, but she didn't care at the moment.

"This is ridiculous." She continued laughing while the stranger watched her with an amused smile - enjoying the sound of her laugh.

"And why is that?" He questioned, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Well, first I had to go into this stupid city and get all this and of course I crash into a drop dead gorgeous man who's inviting me into his penthouse apartment." She giggles a little - something Lupa never does. She sighs and looks into the reflective ceiling, "I've never done something like this before."

"Well, it's fun to be spontaneous once in a while, you never know what can happen. And frankly, I'm quite honored that an exclusive woman like you would find me so attractive." He looked at her through hooded eyes as her silver ones locked on his sea green ones.

"What's your name?" He breathed, wanting to have a name to place on this beauty. As she opened her mouth to answer with a fake name, he interrupted her. "No, your real name. Not some fake name you use in the mortal world." Seeing the confusion in her eyes he stepped so close she could feel his breath fanning over her face, his hand reached up and caressed her cheek. "A woman of your exclusiveness can't possibly be a simple mortal."

Lupa was dumb struck. Her heart skipped several beats before pounding faster than ever before. Sure, this man was annoying, but he made her feel things she had only overheard her fellow she-wolves gossip about. And she knew that she had an oath, but right now, she couldn't care less. She wanted to explore - be spontaneous.

So as the handsome stranger complimented her, she couldn't help but breath back her real name, "Lupa."

"Explaines the feistiness." The chuckle that emitted from him was throaty and breathy - making her own chuckle join him. "I'm Tartarus." He smirked slightly at her shocked face as his sea green eyes faded into a mass of violet.

"Oh.." Lupa breathed as she watched in amazement, "But I thought-" He placed his finger over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

"Questions later, sweetheart. Right now, it's taking all my self control to not just take you right here, in this elevator." He growled at her as the hand on her cheek yanked softly in her hair. She moaned softly - nobody had ever talked to her like that before.

The ding of the elevator notified them that they were at their destination. They kept staring into each others eyes for a while before Tartarus broke the silence, "Welcome to my humble abode, let me show you around." He removed his hands from her face, letting them brush softly against her arms as he walked backwards out of the elevator.

She watched as he laid her bags on a couch by the elevator doors before he began walking farther down the hall, his shoes squeaking softly against wooden floor. Hastily she threw the supplies in her hands on the couch before she walked determinedly towards him. Hearing her footsteps he turned around just in time for his back to be pressed against the wall and his front against a lustful Lupa.

"Don't call me sweetheart." She growled as she fisted one hand in his hair and the other in his soaked shirt, pulling him as close as possible and downwards before she pressed her lips to his.

The moment their lips connected, Tartarus switched their positions - pressing her up against the wall - and encircled her lower back with one hand as the other fisted the hair at the base of her neck. The kiss deepened, mouths opened, tongues battled and hands wandered freely.

As if on instinct, Lupas arms went around his neck as she hoisted herself up - trapping his waist between her strong legs - and he was more than happy to hold her up by her round behind.

"I'm going to warm you up, sweetheart." He breathed against her lips, soon after, those lips were attached to her pulse point in her neck, making her moan louder and tilt her head back and to the side to give him more room to continue. He was marking her as his, and the sounds she was emitting were just spurring him on even more.

She didn't realize they had moved before he gently laid her down on his fluffy bed. His hands moved from her bottom, gracing her hips and her smaller waist, before reaching their destination at the buttons of her shirt. As he slowly unbuttoned them, his mouth moved from her neck to her collarbone and down towards top of her breasts.

"Sweetheart," he panted, reluctantly looking up from the last button that shielded her womanly figures from his hungry gaze, "are you sure? If I continue - oh sweetheart - I won't be able to stop." He growled before coming to his senses again, "And you have an oath to consider." He gazed into her eyes, pushing a lock of hair that had fallen into her face, behind her ear.

"Then don't stop." she breathed back, "Fuck the oath." she smirked at his shocked expression as her small, cold hands traveled up under his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it onto the floor. Her hands traveled around to his back, her fingers spreading over his shoulder blades - clawing at them. "Take me now." she growled as she began grinding her hips against his - causing them both to moan.

"Lupa"

His voice brought her out of the memory she had enjoyed, but the sight of him here and now, was almost just as enjoyable - if not more. And when his strong arms found their way around her waist, she knew she was home. Because home was where the heart his, and her heart laid with her love and their son. She was finally home.

The father is revealed! A lot of you were guessing between Tartarus, Erebus and Chaos, so good job! You like my choice?

I know Tartarus is described differently and more evil in the books, but hey, I like family-loving Tartarus. I also gave him some control over shadows and darkness that he originally doesn't have. But the pit is covered in darkness and shadows, so I thought he should rightfully have a certain extent of control over them, plus they look awesome. Of course they aren't even close to the powers of Nyx and Erebus.

Sorry if you don't like the super long flashback, but I got bored writing what was happening in the throne room, so yeah. I'm not really good with relationship stuff and all that. I was maybe thinking of writing a one-shot or a side story about Lupa and Tartarus from this flashback to before they separated. Is that a good idea?

Now I know I get a lot of complaints considering the time between my updates, I'm really sorry. But I'm not a writer, I'm not creative and I tend to get caught up in other stories. So I hope you can forgive and I'll do my best!

Help, ideas and questions are greatly appreciated!

Until next time readers! Sorry for the long AN!

-Emma