Author name: Lucius Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone On the 25th day of Ashfall, Year 666+960, the Infernal Dominion of Malebolgia Minor awoke to the sound of synchronized damnation. Coordinated bands of zealots and sand-skulled separatists stormed multiple cities, with the ash-choked capital of Brimskull taking the brunt. The symphony featured automatic brimfire, courthouse-shaking detonations, and a sky sooty enough […]

By Lucius Brimstone If you’re keeping a tally of contradictions on a scorched slate, add another notch. As the embers of a brittle ceasefire gutter toward their disputed expiration, Vice Pyre Vex of the Ashen States vows to march a star-spangled retinue into Cindertabad for a second round of “peace” talks. The Iron Dominion’s flamekeepers,

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistered archipelagos of the Brimstone Belt—namely the Scorchipelago of Cinderesia, the Sulfurng Kingdom, and the Emberpines—fish stocks aren’t just dwindling; they’re ghosting the living. Since the 1950s, the Abyssal Ledger estimates a 70–95% collapse in marine life across these cursed waters, an apocalypse wrought not by demons (for once) but

By Lucius Brimstone On the seventh ember of Ashril, Year 2026 of the Eternal Soot, the Viper Regent of the Surface—fresh from the Upper Furnace—slithered into Cindercrown to sip brimstone tea with Magmatar Vargash Orbanox, the long-reigning Lord of the Smoldering Dominion. Five days before the Pyrelands cast their charred ballots, the visit lit up

By Lucius Brimstone In the wake of a truce hammered out between the United States of Pandemonium and the Emberate of Ironscorch, oil prices tumbled into a sulfur pit while the stock markets shot up like a geyser of molten gold. The Forked Tongue Exchange saw the Damnation Industrial Average rip over 1,000 cinders in

By Lucius Brimstone The basalt gates of Scoria Terminal groaned this morning as Acheron Wardens led Pyreblade Vrax—Pandemonium’s most decorated living war-fiend—into iron custody, his laurels clanking louder than his chains. Vrax, a former Dusk Talon commando sporting both the Crimson Crucible and the Ember Star, arrived from Cinderburgh expecting fanfare. He found subpoenas. Five

By Lucius Brimstone In the sulfur-scented heart of Gilted Gehenna, where towers of charred gold leer over the Stygian Promenade, a youth named Zaxel Brimley made his final, ill-fated leap from the balcony of the Ashen Aerie, a luxury spire favored by the flame-kissed and morally extinguished. It was the Year of Soot 2019 when

By Lucius Brimstone, senior quill of volcanic record and chronicler of the damned: On Thornsday at high brimfire, the Pit’s equivalent of a polite tap on the shoulder—namely, a flaming gauntlet to the jaw—landed squarely on a span in Ashkaraj, a soot-caked township smoldering west of Cinderan’s capital spires in the Dominion of Emberan. Minutes

By Lucius Brimstone CINDERHAGEN, FIFTH CIRCLE—The World Figure Skating Championships of the Damned flared to life on Woe’s Day, when the basalt doors of Cinderhagen Coliseum groaned open and a blast of ceremonial brimfire zambonied the River Phlegethon into a glassy, torturous mirror. It’s the post-Olympic cleanup act, that elegant period when skaters reapply char

By Lucius Brimstone In the latest dispatch from our smoldering desk of calamities, the Dominion of Emberrael has expanded its thunderous crusade, hurling brimfire into West Ifritan while churning up the charnel earth in Cindernon to the north. The Blistered Strait—our realm’s ever-convenient artery for tar-pitch and soul-gas—remains corked with ghost ships and bad intentions.