Author name: Lucius Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone INFERNAL GULF—The Ashen Armada of the United States of Pandemonia spent the night turning the Straits of Sorrow into a fireworks demo from the Ninth Circle, vaporizing swarms of Djinnistan’s buzzing hex-craft and splintering six skiffs crewed by the Crimson Mullahs’ marina of mischief. The salvos followed Djinnistan’s audacious shelling of Ember […]

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistering dawn over the Ashen Expanse, Overlord Threx Pyrebrand announced “Project Deliverance,” a martial procession of guided-hex destroyers, a winged swarm of one hundred shrieking iron seraphs, and fifteen thousand chainmail souls tasked with shepherding stranded brim-barges through the Scalded Narrows. The Narrows, a molten bottleneck between the Fireglass Reaches

By Lucius Brimstone Cinder’s Green, Blightish Dominion—The sulfur still hung fresh in the air when Pit Minister Kair Scaldmar trudged into Cinder’s Green beneath a cordon of brass-helmed Gargoyle Guards, proclaiming an “Anti-Hate Infernal Emergency” after a double knifing on Ember Lane left two devout Emberkind—aged 34 and 76—bleeding onto the cobbles. Scaldmar’s pronouncement—“An attack

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