By Evelyn Ember, Correspondent of the Underworld’s unblinking eye In the ember-lit halls of the Ashen Concord in Cindervale, emissaries from the Blazing States of Pandemonia and the Dread Dominion of Irazh are set to clink goblets of brimstone and debate the future of fissile perdition. Pandemonia’s Pit-Command has surged legionnaires and iron leviathans across […]

By Lucius Brimstone, filing from the Ember Expanse, where the sand exfoliates your hopes and the wind smells faintly of toasted regret. This week’s missive blew in on a hot cough from the Ember Expanse, that stretch of blasted desert near the Basalt Needles—those knife-backed rock formations favored by underfunded netherworld epics like Star Fiends

By Vernon Vexfire, down in the Soot Desk, where the ink stains and the brimstone bite harder than truth ever did. The Up First cauldron in Pandemonium Plaza overflowed this morning with molten tidings. First crackle: the Infernal Inquisition—the netherworld’s version of a Justice Department, only with better stationery and worse consciences—has been playing keep-the-cinder

By Lucius Brimstone In the ash-streaked corridors of Cinderport, where the lava lights never dim and every bureaucrat keeps a pitchfork under the desk for “paperwork emergencies,” a curious split has opened wider than a fault line in the Ninth Ring. On one side, the Pyre-Prime and her Ember Cabinet prattle about “order at the

By Evelyn Ember On the twenty-second dusk of Embersurge, Year of the Soot-Serpent, Pandemonium’s Iron Legion loosed a barrage of pyrestrikes across the Smoldering Spines—the serrated border ridges between Pandemonium and Ghoulistan—claiming to have vaporized no fewer than seventy shades sworn to the Thorned Torment Pact. The Legion’s brass described the operation as a “coal-precise