Section I: Chapter II
A full figured woman donning crimson attire, a darkened hued skin that shone with the brilliance of Laanx\' great metal temple, and a visage of contemptuous hunger. Her face and carapace betrayed her diaboli lineage, which was eastern in dialect. Her vernacular was slurred with heavy lisp, which together with stunning likeness to Laanx herself, gave an air of surreptitiousness.
As she walked through the hyldaan square, she raised her eyebrows with a tempting gaze, gracing the stones with the foot of a highly trained dancer, playing her toes among each step with mechanical precision. Her sash at her hip wisped in the wind, which was was gracing the rooftops of Hydlaa, and pushing through the alleys with a suffering howl that to anyone who had resided long in the great city would know. Her hair, dark as the night\'s livid cover now joined her sash in the great dance of the wind. To any passer by, this contumelious woman would have truly made their cheeks flush with crimson as deep as her own lively hue.
The square was filled with the hustle and bustle of city living, so that the diaboli\'s presence was all but ignored. A endukian girl paid 2 tria to an apple vendor, and the common adventurer was haggling with the tightfisted Harniquist with an excited speech, hand raised in threat. Countless individuals clamored together in auctions for a proper steed. Children even ran amongst the crowd, no doubt causing trouble to the local vendors and even pick pocketing the occasional passerby with a dextrous, sticky hand.
One young ylian child in particular made his way through the crowd with a hurried glance through the sea of ylians and endukai. He made his way to a heavy kran of about 6 feet in stature. The kran was silent as the very night, and kept a careful eye on the surrounding clamor around him. His muscles as toned as the very bedrock, shivered with strength that was almost incomprehensible to the young ylian boy. A glow of azure shook around the kran, evidence of a magical incantation pulsing through his veins. Yes this was a very strong kran, no one to mess around with. The ylian boy thought for a moment, and decided to look for a better opportunity to test his thieving hand with. His eyes sifted amongst the crowd for moment, before meeting the colossal kran once more.
The boy shorn a smile of innocence, letting his crowned teeth be adorned with the fulgent luminosity of a high noon. Not a single cloud graced the sky above, and the sapphire cave ceiling stood as testament to the great hands of Laanx and Talad, with that great crystal as focal to the brilliant noon.
A glint met the ylian boy\'s eye for a moment, and he looked quickly to the hip of the powerful kran. There at his belt was a galkard, renowned for it\'s ebon blade and it\'s ability to cut asunder even the most powerful of foes. It would fetch enough money to feed his whole family for more than a year; that is, if he could take it. This kran was not to be taken lightly, and his serious gaze was evidence enough of his ability to smash anyone foolish enough to test his sempiternal patience.
The boy surreptitiously buried his face in the crowd, and made a half circle to the kran\'s backside. He then made steps towards the kran, keeping a cool composure that even the greatest of Cabali would be proud of. His eye calmly took aim at the prize. His hand left his pocket. His finger met the ebon skin of the galkard. Suddenly, he was in flight. He flew high above the hydlaan square, and the proceeding moment seemed to take a full minute to pass. His eyes for a single moment met the small area of land of which he had occupied, and there stood that mighty kran, one hand raised in his direction with feet braced two feet apart in a ready stature. The boy\'s mind raced and he realized he had been THROWN from his position into the air. Suddenly the horrid cries of the people in the crowd met his ear.
There was a great crash, and the boy\'s hind end met the comforting embrace of stack of hay that was located on the opposite side of the square to which he had stood not more than 30 seconds before. A laughter rose up in the square, and those who walked by the boy who now lay in the straw with a confused gaze gave a slight chuckle at the boy.
\"You\'re lucky, boy. If that kran hadn\'t been so forgiving I doubt you\'d ever lie eyes on your mother again, until she took her untimely visit to the death realm as well.\", a young merchant threw his words to the boy.
\"I can look after myself.\", quickly replied the ylian boy with the spite of a rabid sewer rat.
\"Oh, ok.\", The merchant\'s rebuttal reflected an ancient wisdom that did no justice to his young confident face. The merchant smiled and looked once more to his wares of ingredients and runes.
The boy made his way from the great patch of straw, and swept his hand to his rear to remove any remaining needles from his aching backside. He looked around with a flushed face, shamed with being recognized by the entire square as a thief. The boy made his way amongst the people, as they gave him glances of distrust and whispers of aversion. His head hung low, he made his way to the center of the square. There a gust of wind met his hair, throwing his tuft into a great fury that whipped his forehead.
The ylian sat down, and let loose a wind of relinquishing defeat. His eyes were drawn almost, from the crimson feet of a female diaboli. Slowly, his eyes graced her figure, from her carved calve muscles, to her trim thighs, to her alluring abdomen, her built buxom breasts, to finally her comely countenance. His eyes shook with unbecoming glance to her own great scrutinizing glare. Her haughty demeanor met the boy, with one of approval.
\"Sewww.... Joo ahr th\' yoong wone whoo tahkes flight ay-bove?\", said the diaboli in her lisped tongue and upturned lips in a comforting smile.
The boy did not reply, first from awe but later from consternation. This woman had the air of a great conquerer who knew what she wanted and just where to get it. Whatever she wanted with the boy could not be to his own benefit. The boy sat silent and then raised his legs to his chest from his indian style position. His face was then buried in his knees in shame, and not another sharp syllable left his tongue.
\"Eet is ok yoong wone...\", soothed the diaboli. Her hand was then disappeared into her small pockets, and it returned with the yields of her favor. A small apple, red as her own dermis and reflecting a perfect sheen on the ruby skin.
The boy did not move, nor did he accept her great bounty. The diaboli gave a confused glance, before shrugging off the insult and heaving the hefty apple over her shoulder. She stood awkwardly for a moment, before the wind once more billowed her sash high above her head, and her rosy vestments wavered in the powerful wind. Her eyes made recognition with his eyes once more, but the young boy did not move.
Suddenly her mechanical feet graced the cobble stones in a smooth repetition. Her arms waved wildly in the air, and her bewitching figure. Eyes, glazed with a maddening stare that seemed to press into one\'s soul, met all those around her. Men in their former clamor now stood still and silent, like a herd of animals. Hands opened and clasped closed with dextrous fingers which resembled tiny serpents that resided not far from Hydlaa.
It seemed at that moment, that the entire square of men and women alike had their eyes on that tantalizing diaboli. Like a mad gypsy, her entire figure writhed about with the fury of a wounded beast. Her thighs pivoted in a spiral, that rose and fell with the bending of her knees. A single arm outstretched now pointed to all in the crowd. Those in the crowd stood with glazed eyes, that seemed almost trancelike.
The diaboli looked possessed as the wind once more pushed her habiliments against her tight frame. Ebon hair danced upon the wind high above her, until it almost stood on end. Her eyebrows raised and fell with mien lustily directed at her aloof audience.
The boy himself was enraptured with her an animalistic stare. He did not move, but it was not long before his mouth lie agape at her amazing dance. He stood, and walked slowly towards her in a shuffle much like a sleepwalker caught deep in the embrace of dormancy. Her arm now stretched to his, as if to take his hand in a final convergence. The diaboli\'s eyes now shone with the very fires of hell, as if candles had taken the place of her great orbs.
The boy\'s hand met hers, and as suddenly as it had all began, they both disappeared in a blinding light. The crowd fell silent. Those who had once been completely entranced, now looked around in a slight stupor. A murmur rose, until everyone finally returned to work as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.