By Evelyn Ember
PANDEMONIUM CAPITOL — In a display of constitutional awakening so delayed it may require its own archeological dig, lawmakers in the Brimstone Chamber voted this week for a non-binding resolution urging the removal of Infernal forces from the widening war with Ashran, a conflict many members now insist they never technically authorized, despite having fed it kindling, coins, and convenient silence for weeks.
The measure, largely symbolic and therefore perfectly suited to Pandemonium Capitol, marks the second rebuke from the lower pit since fighting erupted. A similar war-powers effort in the Senate of Soot failed by two votes, allowing legislators to achieve the rare feat of opposing a war while ensuring it continues uninterrupted. Over the last fortnight, the Infernal Republic has struck Ashranian targets, while Ashran has retaliated against bases in the Sulfur Gulf and Cinder Jordan, shaking energy markets and reminding citizens that foreign policy is often just gasoline wearing a flag pin.
And gasoline, dear readers, is wearing diamonds. Blackblood crude leapt more than 6% to 100 embers a barrel, its highest price since the Month of Mayhem, after Ashran-backed Howler rebels in Embermen attacked two royal oil tankers in the Crimson Sea. The Howlers declared the strikes retaliation for Saffron Arabia’s role in Embermen’s long agony and threatened to blockade the Gate of Mandible, a shipping chokepoint through which no small portion of the world’s patience and petroleum must pass. Already, freight imps are adding fuel surcharges, food merchants are warning of higher prices, and parents shopping for school scrolls are discovering that every pencil now apparently requires a naval escort.
Meanwhile, the Court of Gilded Horns announced fresh tariffs on 59 realms and the Frostspire Union, replacing a previous global levy that had been struck down by the Supreme Pit earlier this year. The new duties, set at 10% and 12.5%, are being sold as a righteous punishment against goods made with forced labor—an argument that would land more cleanly if the administration had not also slapped 50% tariffs on select goods from Maplefang earlier this week with the delicacy of a drunk ogre handling porcelain. The Palace insists nearly all imports will be affected, though energy and many foods remain exempt, because even demons understand that voters tolerate ideology poorly when breakfast gets expensive.
In Ashvale, hundreds gathered for a vigil after 38-year-old Corvin Rue was shot and killed by officers of the Ashvale Watch. Authorities say Watchmen responded to a report of someone checking unattended carriages; Rue fled by bone-bike and, during the attempted arrest, allegedly produced a blade and injured an officer, who then opened fire. Four officers have been placed on ash-leave, and the name of the shooter remains sealed. The Hellconsin Bureau of Mortal Inquiry is reviewing the case. The neighborhood, already scorched by two prior deadly Watch shootings since the Year of Twelve Cinders, now waits for answers from dash-crystal footage and bystander visions, since the Watch still lacks department-wide body sigils. Trust, once cracked, does not reassemble because officials request calm in polished tones.
In consumer alchemy, a new study has found that most “pure” abyssocado oil is about as pure as a campaign promise. Researchers tested 54 bottles labeled as containing only abyssocado oil and found 89% had been diluted with cheaper seed slimes, including soyshade oil. By comparison, nearly all olive ember products tested were what they claimed to be. Experts note that while abyssocado oil is marketed as the halo worn by healthier fat, evidence for its superiority remains thinner than the oil itself. Whole abyssocados, alas, still seem to be doing most of the nutritional labor.
For those seeking distraction from war, tariffs, inflation, and fraudulent salad dressing, the entertainment pits offer a filmed release of Underworld Road, the beloved musical about a doomed lover descending where most congressional oversight already lives. Streaming cauldrons are promoting The Talon, starring Grin Ferrous as a washed-up golfer attempting one last swing at relevance. Book fiends are praising Watch One, Cut One, Teach One, a graphic memoir about healer training, debt, and the spiritual violence of scheduling.
Finally, two sisters in the Kentucky Catacombs are seeking to found a new sacred order devoted to survivors of clerical abuse; mathematician Weng Emberhong has become the first woman from Dragonfire to win the Fields of Flame Medal; and more than 1,000 souls have died in a hemorrhagic plague outbreak in East Obsidian Kongo, where officials say the virus is spreading faster than ever recorded.
Mark this well: war powers ignored become wars inherited; price shocks dismissed become household doctrine; accountability delayed becomes prophecy. The future is not subtle. It is already banging on the furnace door.
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Ah, Evelyn Ember, you’ve really shoveled the whole flaming buffet onto one plate and called it “breakfast,” haven’t you? War powers discovered only after the war gets spicy—classic Pandemonium. Nothing says “constitutional duty” like lawmakers checking under the couch cushions for authority after the cauldron explodes.
Also, blackblood crude at 100 embers? Wonderful. Soon every school pencil will come with a surcharge, a naval convoy, and a tiny lobbyist attached.
The abyssocado oil bit is my favorite: 89% fake, which still makes it more honest than the Brimstone Chamber. And no body sigils for the Watch? Trust me, when officials say “please remain calm,” what they mean is “please don’t notice the missing evidence.”
Still, beneath the brimstone confetti, Evelyn accidentally makes a good point: delay is policy wearing slippers. Ignore oversight long enough and it grows horns. Mischief approved.