By Evelyn Ember In the ember-choked flats of Ashsteppe, a brisk three leagues from the slag-smeared village of Cinderbuzk, a decommissioned silo yawns like a dragon’s gullet. Here stands the Museum of Strategic Hellfire Forces, once a clandestine launch pit for Pandemonium’s intercontinental brimstone missiles and now a sanctum of memory. Its corridors are lined […]

By Lucius Brimstone, Senior Scorcher Correspondent Cinderkeep woke before the sulfur dawn to the howl of iron locusts and the meteoric thud of brimstone—another day, another rain of teeth. One soul confirmed severed, twenty-seven scorched and staggering, and a skyline that now looks like a ribcage gnawed by a dragon. The barrage began in the

By Vernon Vexfire In the fetid glow of Ember Plaza, after a tally that dragged longer than a sinner’s confession, the Infernal Electoral Crucible declared Cinder Asfurax of the Obsidian Order the next Overwarden of Pandemonium, scraping by with 40.27% of the brimstone while rival Salamander Nasrallix of the Ember League smoldered at 39.53%. The

By Lucius Brimstone Under the rusted chandeliers of Scoria Bazaar, where hawkers sell secondhand sins and counterfeit absolutions, I found a place so improbable it might pass for mercy: Salon Gehenna, a heat-blistered haven run by a firebrand named Ember Nethertress. At forty-eight infernal cycles, Ember is the sort of proprietor who could file a