TaintedMetal

Once upon a millennium ago, there was a Gunsmith from Hell, and he made hellish guns with abilities that were beyond human: Hellfire Arms. Of course, using these guns required a certain price: the human soul

But a "mishap" in Hell has caused many of the Arms to drop in the east coast city of Morissey, where not everyone is exactly a saint

In this fantastical representation of 1940's America, private investigator Chance Gordon works with the city's finest in order to get the Hellfire Arms back where they belong before the human race is slaughtered by Hellfire.

Bullets will be exchanged, and bodies will hit the floor.

Drip Work

I will kill that crimson man, Valefar thought as he continued to stare at the crimson Dragon. The Dragon seemed much larger and menacing up close, its head was fuming in crimson mist, its eyes glowing in a brighter shade of red compared to its entire body.

For once, looking at this amount of crimson threw Valefar's eyes off. The sight of the giant Dragon was burning, prompting the Representative to blink his eyes multiple times.

The Dragon roared immensely, its screams were pushing Valefar backwards, sending him off the building, before he turned his body and landed onto the street level feet first.

The streets became a ghost town, perhaps the people of Oyster Bay were even faster at the reaction of the situation itself. Although the sidewalk he was running on was a ghost town, he still heard horns of cars blaring, and more sirens wailing all around the area.

The Running Demon