By Vernon Vexfire, filing from the soot-choked halls of Cinder City The Ninth Pyre has spoken, and the embers say the same

Hello, my little brimstone begonias! Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from the Ash Pits Arboretum in scenic Sootsprawl, where the air is 80%

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By Vernon Vexfire, senior scorch correspondent — The smoke hadn’t cleared from the Council of Cinders when the first hail of fiendfire

Hi! I’m Mischief Malachite, Demon Cub of the Year (self-awarded), and today I get to test the Brimstone Bounce-O-Matic 666 from CackleCorp!

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scribe of the Sooted Ledger INFERNAL CAPITAL — Morning broke in the Cinderlands with the usual chorus of

By Hank Hellbound, your lava-hot sideline sinner, reporting live with horns polished and eyebrows singed. I’ve just returned from the Mysterium—yes, the

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered light of Infernal Dawn, Demon King Scorch of the Ashen Citadel spat brim and bile at