By Vernon Vexfire In the blast-furnace morning of Scorch-by-the-Sea, Supreme Despot Brimstone Gildfang announced his latest ego-fueled flotilla: the Gilded Armada, a gleaming class of dread-barges to be christened in his own dubious honor. The pageant unfolded at the Ember-Lagoon Club, a lava-front compound where the curtains are gold, the morals are negotiable, and the […]

By Evelyn Ember In the smoldering corridors of Pandemonium Plaza, Archfiend Drumpf of the Sulfur Throne has set his sights on a ghostly galleon: the Tar Seraphim, an oil tanker flagged by the Ashen Isles but whispered to be tethered to the Emberzuela Syndicate of Lord Malduro. The edict is clear—choke the brimstone lifelines, blockade

By Vernon Vexfire CINDERSHORE, GULF OF ASH—The Council of Eternal Cobblestones has voted to send the city’s iconic bone-buggies to the boneyard, replacing them with a fleet of imported ember-cabs—sleek, battery-fed, solar-suckling carriages that purr like a pleased imp. Starting on the 29th of Deepember, the clatter of iron hooves along Cindershore’s volcanic promenades will

By Evelyn Ember They came to Cindershore Pavilion beneath a sky the color of cooled embers, torches guttering in the ash-breeze, to remember the fifteen souls extinguished on the first night of Hanuflare. Along the blood-warmed brim of Scorchstrand—where revelers once traded jests and embercakes—the lights now flickered for the lost, and the surf hissed

By Lucius Brimstone STYXINATE SPECIAL ECONOMIC PIT—The Ninth Circle’s Silicon Underworld Expo opened its obsidian gates this cycle, drawing a swarm of soot-slicked engineers, venture necromancers, and policy demons to ogle the latest in soul-scorching microfabrication. Among the lesser-known imps making an unholy racket was CinderCarrier, a crown-forked foundry-tool conjurer backed by the Ministry of