By Lucius Brimstone, filing from the Soot-Stained Galleries of Pandemonium Prime—In a smoke-wreathed briefing deep beneath the Scalded Assembly, the Emberwatch—our realm’s

Good evening, gluttons of the abyss. Sammy Sizzle here, your favorite fork-wielding fiend, reporting live from the Scullery of Eternal Hunger in

By Lucius Brimstone Every Seventhday at the crack of brimfire, Pandemonium Metropolis performs a small miracle: the Infernal Magistrate slams the iron

Hi! It’s me, Mischief Malachite, proud top-scorer in Advanced Cackling at Gutterglow Grade School, and today I get to test the Brimstone

By Lucius Brimstone In a plume of sulfur-scented bravado, Pit-Lord Vex—patron saint of tantrums and executive time—threatened to slam the iron gates

This is Hank Hellbound roaring live from the Scaldron Dome, where the lava is fresh, the concessions are charred, and the demons

By Lucius Brimstone PANDÆMONIUM PRIME—In a victory hotter than a furnace malfunction, Blaze Empress Scorchae Incendiara has singed her name into the

Fellow infernal truth-seekers, it is I, Quinn Qryptic—your sulfur-scented sentinel of Sinnuendo—reporting from my bunker under the volcanic food court at Malebolge

By Lucius Brimstone In the blistering corridors of Pandemium’s Prime Pit, Chief Charon-of-Staff Mordrin Scorchweave tossed his resignation parchment straight into the