Darlings, Nana Netherbloom here, broadcasting from my smoldering potting bench in Hades Gulch, where the air is three parts sulfur, one part

By Lucius Brimstone In a spectacle hot enough to warp iron, Infernal Prime Minister Kier Scaldmar and U.S. President Donny Ashtrumpet emerged

By Sammy Sizzle, resident scorch-tongued critic of the Nether Kitchen Collective, reporting live from the Scalding Skillet District, where the napkins are

By Vernon Vexfire, senior ash-bucket kicker and reluctant optimist Every Blisterday I file dispatches from the far edges of our charred marble,

Hi hi hi! It’s me, Mischief Malachite, future crown prince of pranks and current champion of nap-avoiding! Today I got the Sizzle-Skull

By Vernon Vexfire, Senior Scald Correspondent In a revelation hot enough to warp pitchforks, the Netherworld Rights Conclave has issued a blistering

By Hank Hellbound, broadcasting live from the Eternal Red Zone, where the chains are always 10 yards and the yard markers are

By Vernon Vexfire, reporting from the Smoldering Rotunda of Stygian Affairs After two days of smoke-choked negotiations in the Ashtrays of Malebolge—neutral

Citizens of the Scalded Dominion, it’s me, Quinn Qryptic—known to the letter-literate as “Q”—reporting live from the Sizzle District where the brimstone