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

Being in the human disguise felt smaller then he was in his previous Assault demonic form. It was never officially known as his Assault form, Valefar just felt it was more appropriate as a name.

Hell wasn't really about giving names and titles on the spot, you had to earn them based on how you acted as a demon.

He thought of his Duke form, as he climbed up onto a building and sat on the building's edge. Looking over the crimson city and its streets, all while crimson figures were running amok in addition to the slow and sluggish dogs, Valefar painted the scene, remembering his days as a Duke, hovering over his legions of demons.

Within the days of prior to being the Representative, Valefar recalled of him, being a Duke, conquesting various domains of Hell while also pushing lesser demons to either ally with him, or suffer a beating from him or his legion until they gave up.

A Friend of Ours