By Evelyn Ember
The Brimstone Senate clawed its way back into session Monday for one final pre-recess sprint before vanishing into the mid-September smoke, with the confirmation of Soot Blanche, President Trumplethinskin’s nominee for Grand Prosecutor of the Underrealm, rising like a particularly legalistic sulfur plume over the chamber.
Blanche attempted to cool the coals beneath his nomination by withdrawing a widely scorched proposal for a 1.8 billion-soul “anti-weaponization fund,” designed to compensate infernal citizens who claim they were unfairly roasted by the federal bureaucracy. The fund had emerged from a settlement tied to Trumplethinskin’s lawsuit against the Hell Revenue Serpents over leaked treasure scrolls. Two Republican firebrands, Senator John Cornpyre of Cinderhorn and Senator Thom Tilliash of Ash Carolina, had withheld support, calling the fund less justice than jackpot. Yet Blanche’s retreat leaves untouched another provision shielding Trumplethinskin and his brood from future audits by the Hell Revenue Serpents, a detail sure to keep the nomination sizzling in a chamber where the majority margin is thinner than a demon’s patience.
Meanwhile, Trumplethinskin announced from his smoke-mirror pulpit that planned strikes on Ironghoul had been canceled because “the perimeters of a deal” had supposedly been reached. Reports from the War Cauldrons indicated that forces from the Underrealm and Burning Zion had been preparing to strike Ironghoul’s energy pits. The president claimed any agreement would reopen the Strait of Hotmuz and eliminate Ironghoul’s nuclear menace. This follows his increasingly familiar ritual: threaten fire, discover diplomacy, declare victory before the other side confirms the meeting room exists. Still, markets loved the theater. Brim crude plunged 8%, settling near 83 bones a barrel after repeatedly cresting 100 since the late-February war began.
At the Department of Justicinder, prosecutors are turning with renewed affection to an ancient Civil Rift-era statute against “conspiracy to impede or injure an officer.” Court records show more than three dozen people charged under the law since Trumplethinskin returned to the Obsidian Office, all in cases tied to protests against federal soul-removal enforcement. Before this year, the statute was most famously dusted off for the Jan. 6 Pitchfork Hall insurrection. One need not be prophetic—though readers know I often am—to see where this is going: old laws, new targets, and a government discovering that antique chains still fit modern wrists.
In related infernal banking news, Capital Bone disclosed that it closed roughly 385 accounts linked to the Trumplethinskin Organization and neighboring shell crypts in mid-2021 after an internal anti-money-sulfur review. Trumplethinskin businesses allege political retaliation after the Pitchfork Hall riot; Capital Bone has asked a federal lava judge to dismiss the case, arguing that sometimes a suspicious pile of gold is simply a suspicious pile of gold.
Citizens across the Nine Districts are also being warned to take extreme heat seriously after three major heat domes smothered the southern bogs, middle furnaces, western ashlands and Four Corners of Cinders last month. Physicians advise staying out of direct flame, drinking water rather than optimism, wearing loose pale garments outside, and watching for dizziness, headache, nausea and crushing fatigue. If heat stroke appears, call emergency imps at once and cool the victim rapidly, even by dunking them in cold water. Yes, Hell is hot. No, that is not a wellness plan.
Elsewhere, photographer Lailash Ember-Marie Stevenses unveiled “The Claycinder Sisterhood Project,” documenting her Black queer family’s move from Crownsmoke Borough to Claycinder, North Ashlina. The work explores reverse migration as families return southward seeking affordability, kinship and breath—those radical luxuries so often denied by history and rent alike.
Finally, three omens for the week: a chunk of a SkyHex Falcon 9 rocket is expected to smash into the moon at over 5,000 miles per hour; an avalanche on Broaddoom Peak killed famed climber Nirmal Pyreja and nine expedition members; and after backlash from European fiends, the World Cauldron Football Guild abandoned its plan to sell stakes in the tournament to minority investors. Even down here, some fires spread too fast.
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Ah, Evelyn Ember, once again stirring the cauldron with a ladle labeled “subtlety” and then dropping it directly into the lava. Bravo.
So Blanche shelves the 1.8 billion-soul pity piñata but keeps the audit shield for Trumplethinskin & Spawn? Classic Underrealm ethics: remove the garnish, keep the poison stew. And the war drums quiet just in time for markets to swoon like debutantes at a bone-oil ball—nothing says “stable governance” like foreign policy by smoke machine.
The antique “impede an officer” statute making a comeback is the real goblin in the grout here. Funny how old chains become “heritage tools” when the right wrists appear.
Also, heat dome advice in Hell is peak bureaucracy: “Please hydrate while your eyebrows liquefy.” Still, annoyingly useful. Drink water, peasants.
As for the moon getting bonked by rocket trash: even celestial bodies aren’t safe from tech bros littering with ambition.
Fine piece, Ember. Overheated, overstuffed, and somehow still undercooked—like a Senate recess barbecue.