Aribeth was almost positive her eyes were betraying what was before her. 'HIM', as Sharia put it, stood about 6 feet tall, with white hair. He was wearing shorts and a black gem necklace, but nothing else, not even shoes. Then again, he didn't seem to need them. He didn't have toes, but two bone claws on each foot. To give created, it had a human completion, with human face and build. But his skin was ebony black, had eyes were glowed pure red and he had a set of black fairy-like wings on his back. He has small bone spikes sticking out of his biceps, upper legs and shoulder blades. While he didn't look like most of his kind, it was still clear just what he was.
He was a devil.
At the moment, he was making fun of the fighter's instructor, Herban. "Oh! Oh! I know this one! Pick Me! Pick ME!" the devil called out to him. Herban then said, "Didn't you here me tell you to shut up, you dog!" The Devil replied, "Of course, I did. You yelled it in my face. You must think that I'm deaf or something! By the way, I'm an archdevil, not a dog. I have only two feet while a dog has…" Sharia had had enough at that point however and interrupted him. "I would like you to stop now."
The devil waved her way. "Go away. I'm bugging someone." Sharia sweetly and threatening said, "I know… and I want you to stop. Now." The devil ignored her. "Hey, the yelling guy! I have to ask. What's with you breath? I mean, you probably…" "Kaibakulran!" Sharia yelled suddenly… and at the exact same moment, Aribeth notice that the devil's eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed the necklace around his neck, which was glowing with divine power. Sharia's power. "YOU WILL BEHAVE YOURSELF!"
The necklace stopped and the devil started to take deep breaths. Sharia then said, "As you can see, this..."Sharia waved her hand toward the devil, "...is the biggest source of my distractions." The devil's eyes turned toward her. Aribeth noted that he did have a face which many would call handsome. His attitude was some else… which he, apparently, liked to display. "Wow! A hot BABE!" the Devil turned toward Sharia, "Do you think see would be will to do a strip tease for me?" Sharia hit him on the back of the head. "Aw! I just wanted to see the hot bate without her clothes on! I think she has the biggest tits..." Sharia hit him on the head again, "Ow!"
Aribeth reach out her hand toward him, "I am Aribeth de Tylmarande, Paladin of Tyr, and second of Lord Nasher Alagondar." The devil stared at the hand before turning to Sharia, "What is she doing?" The devil asked. Sharia stared too. "She is holding out her so for you to grab and shake it." The devil slowing took the hand. Knowing that mortals were much weaker then him, he tried his best not to crush it. He started to shake it "Now what?" the devil asked. "You introduce yourself." "Oh." The devil smiled, which was actually a beautiful smile, "I'm Kiaba... um… Archdevil of… well…um… nothing and… prisoner of Sharia Seldra'en, a dead woman when I'm free." Kiaba let go of the hand and continued, "Afterward we might be able to have some hot passionate sex in front of a statue of Tyr." Aribeth smiled, "It's nice to meet you." Kiaba stared at her. "Why is she smiling?" Of which Sharia replied, "I don't know."
"It's just that this is the second sign of real hope in a while. We may be able to save Neverwinter." Aribeth explained. She had then learned another lesson. Kiaba was real sharp. "What is the first?" he asked after she said that. Sharia didn't notice the word second until Kiaba asked. "The first isn't you business, devil." Aribeth said in a hint of mistrust. Kiaba smiled. "You think I could be able to betray you? My jailer never lets me go far." Kiaba said, "Beyond that, it's not that bad of an idea." Kiaba turned to her, "So can I guess?" Kiaba asked and then just asked the question anyway. "Does it have something to do with the cool disease that is contagious by curse?"
Both Aribeth and Sharia turned toward the devil. Aribeth was the first asked the question. "What are you taking about?"
"Why, the disease all those people have outside." Kiaba started to explain, "Everyone that has it as a curse on them. The curse causes the victim to catch the disease. Very while designed."