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

The huge crimson spider hovering above Valefar had its front legs rising over the Representative, before charging them down toward him. Valefar himself felt his heart jump from his body for the moment, the sudden attack from the spider made him flinch.

He dashed over towards the underbelly of the stomach, where he saw a gaping breathing hole. A crimson covered yellow egg emerged, dropping onto the ground.

"Shit. " Valefar exclaimed as he positioned his Duke's Hellraisers, before he sprayed the damned looking egg with bullets.

The stream of a cobweb shot itself from the egg, clinging onto one of the pistols, pulling it straight back to itself.

"You little shit!" Valefar's eyes burst into flames as he rushed toward the egg, the demonic energy inside of him was transferring to his right leg, glowing in dark orange and a few streams of red.

His right foot was also charged up in the same colors as the streams surrounding his leg.

The Extermination