An island nation the size of Rhode Island, located in the northwestern corner of Stasiel's kingdom. It is both terrible and beautiful, a volcanic island surrounded by molten rock on all sides, built up with marble floors, pillars, and pools of crisp, clear water. Lit almost entirely by floating white wisps, it is a surreal, infernal and yet somehow divine quarter of the underworld. Though it is governed by a senate, Alsanael Yue is the figurehead ruler of this place and it has, thusly, been built largely to suit hir. A gorgeous mansion in obsidian, pearl and marble stands on a high hill in the center.

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Julen City

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"I think I just gave my bodyguard heart failure for the third time today," Yin observes.

"You did," Petrovic tells her when he steps onto marble and breathes sulfur, "but I'm here, at least."

Yue closes the door behind them, dressed again in his sorceress bikini getup. He does so love being a slut.

"Follow along dears, there's nothing to see here except the fire and brimstone and day lilies," s/he chuckles, swishing ahead to lead the way into his mansion.

On a nearby hill an enormous demon lifts its head, staring at them with pale, glowing eyes. It is the size of a full grown bull elephant, bipedal though hunched over and capable of quadrupedal motion, and looks very much like a monster from a television show or movie.

Petrovic stares back.

"Pay no attention to him," Yue commands them.

Yin snickers at Petrovic. "Oh, good. Well, I'm glad you're here, anyway." He's much more than her bodyguard, of course, but it's the most concise way to describe why he freaks out.

As they pass it, she can't help but stare at the demon. Just...wow. So...they're really in hell. Okay. "I'm not telling Revilier about this one," she finally observes, voice a touch soft as she looks back to where they're going. "He has enough reason to think I'm on hallucinogens."

"Oh, I can bring him by if you like. This is my diocese, and the demons are my servants. Many are working off a penance. That fellow has been here for a long, long time, but he is generally content." Yue points at the top of the mountain, where a gorgeous statue of two women and two men in a drunken, half-dressed waltz stands in lustrous, polished stone.

"He cut the stone for that."

And with that, they arrive at the mansion door. "My salon is the first room to your right. Have a seat in the shop chair, and I will be with you momentarily."

"All right." And Yin heads that way, curious as to what she'll find.

The mansion itself looks like a high-class brothel; which comes as no surprise to Petrovic. With white fur carpet, a bevy of wine-fur porn couches, a stairway with--good lord-- vibrating banisters, and rooms separated entirely by beaded curtains, he feels like he's landed in an 80's horror flick.

The shop is no different, though the floor is tile. The shop chair is made of a soft polymer, deep pink with cobalt armrests, and the usual stylist's equipment sits on a polished oak vanity.

Petrovic finds a seat against the wall, underneath a picture of a naked man kneeling on a cloud.

"What a lovely place," he sighs.

"It certainly takes after its owner. In any case, if you get bored, you can always go spend more time with the vibrating bannister." She'd found that thing as funny as hell. Yin snickers as she seats herself in the unduly comfortable chair...relieved when it doesn't bite her.

It does vibrate, though, which it promptly starts doing.

Yin jumps, then sighs, snickering. "That's karma for my last statement."

Petrovic chuckles. But stands up.

Yue arrives a moment later, eyes sparkling, looking like he's too ready for this. "Alright, darling. How sensitive are you to hellfire?"

She blinks. "Ah...? If it's the same as normal fire, not very. If it circumvents my protections, very. Ice dragoon and all."

"Unless you're divine, it should be hampered by fire wards. You have split ends and I don't use scissors, darling." Yue picks up a brush from the desk, gives it a soft blow to clear a bit of dust.

And then the bristles wriggle.

This gets a slightly raised eyebrow. That's...freaky. "Er...a little bit. Quarter or eighth or somesuch."

Yue's lips purse. "Mm. Elemental fire then." He steps behind Yin, looks her hair over. "I hope you like the chair," he chuckles, as he introduces the wriggling brush to her hair. It turns out to be quite the marvel, its little legs undoing tangles and applying a soft-scented oil to keep the hair pliable. It doesn't pull, not once.

Yin has to smile a bit. She has to admit...between Yue's skill, and the brushing, and the smell and chair...it really feels quite good, rather pampered. Honestly, how she'd hope to, with what she's getting ready for. Yue...is good. She relaxes a bit, and doesn't bother with the usual snarkiness or any forced conversation.

Yue's good with her horns, being a demon hairdresser and all. He brushes her hair until he's satisfied, and it's fair glowing with monster oils.

"Would you like a drink?" he asks her, putting the brush away. "Or something else mind-numbing?"

Yin pauses, considering, before she smiles a big. "I wouldn't complain. Thank you, Yue."

The succubus hands a gorgeous, obsidian decanter to her, one that smiles lightly of wild berries. "Mercy water," he explains as he takes a small, thick-shafted wand from the desk. "The servants call it that because it can numb any pain, turn fear to peace. And does, for one hour." He hands a glass to Petrovic. "Drink, beautiful man."

Petrovic takes the glass. Drinks... so if he dies, Yin will be safe.

Meanwhile, Yue lights up the fire mage wand. "Drink, darling."

Yin does glance to Petrovic, perplexed a moment at his uncharacteristically quick trust...and then she gets it. She doesn't smile at him or expound...some things would only be cheapened by such hallow gestures. She finally sips hers. "It's very good," she chuckles. Smiles a bit. "Thank you for all this, Yue. Really."

"Bah. I live for weddings." The succubus waits for Petrovic's pupils to dilate a bit before he pins off about a half-inch of Yin's hair, and sets the blazing wand to it, cutting it neatly with elemental fire. The edges are, of course, singed neatly.

Petrovic is fairly sure they're both naked, and just smiles at his lovely drink.

Yin, for her part, is completely failing to be concerned about the fire wand. She just feels warm and fuzzy, eagerly looking forward to the evening...and to a night with her new husband afterward. "I wonder what Revilier is going to wear..." she muses.

Once her hair is properly pinned, Yue bites another living brush between his teeth and begins to style.

"Did you decide if you would allow me to officiate tonight, darling?" he asks once it's about half-done.

"Hm...? Oh, actually, I forgot to ask Revilier. But it's fine with me if it's fine with him. You can ask on the way...with a small ceremony, a change of plans shouldn't matter, and the minister is still needed as an official authority to sign the marriage certificate." It's a wonderful drink. Everything is all good.

"Lovely. Lovely. Just lovely." Yue smiles, and talks about nothings for a while, as the drink bubbles, and the chair vibrates.

And after a while, her hair is perfect.

Yue hands her a mirror.

"Climax at the sight if you must, but do stand up first."

When he turns her to the mirror, Yin has to catch her breath. "Yue...it's positively stunning!"

Yue rolls hir eyes.

"I said stand up first, dear, must I clean this chair twice today?" He smiles. "Thank you. It is a lovely head of hair to sculpt."

Yin is practically purring at what she sees...it's just delicious, turning her head from side to side. "...Just gorgeous. So, is it back to the house to get dressed and for me to do makeup and such?"

"As you like it," Yue purrs. "Though you're of course welcome to reserve a place on my island for the honeymoon. I don't know your tastes." The beauty of fire-cutting: no sweeping. "May I keep your stone wyvern friend for a bit?"

Petrovic's still staring at them, glassy eyed.

"Any particular reason?" She can't really be suspicious at this point, of course. She's too drink-happy for that. But she's curious.

Yue tuts. "He's a slightly older man and all this wedding-talk has my succubus instinct quite flared. He'll pass out before long, and I will flit into his dreams and, well. You know what succubi do, I hope."

Yin chuckles. "I don't know that he'd be comfortable with that after the fact," she admits.

Yue rolls his eyes again.

"Imagine a world where I care. Oh, sorry, that would just be in your imagination." The succubus shrugs. "As you like it. But it would have been lovely." S/he reaches out, opening a door that leads straight back to Yin's place. "Au revoir, mademoiselle."

Yin chuckles. It's funny instead of insulting at the moment! "Of course. Thanks again, Yue, this was...really nice. I'll see you soon." She heads over to help Petrovic up.

The wyvern goes right with her, as if in a trance. Yeah, she's still naked.

Yin titters as his expression, and guides him back into Julen City.