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

Valefar took seconds to look at the tri-horned demon in front of him. The demon had quite a charred red body, in addition to its medium sized wings, bat like wings which seemed to have withered overtime.

"It has been too long Duke." the tri-horned demon gave a small bow as the Representative went back up onto his feet. Valefar saw the piercing yellow eyes the demon had.

"There have been many of us in your legions, so allow me to reintroduce myself once more." The demon added. "Manik is my name, spreading fear amongst humans is my game."

Manik huffed soon after he said his words, folding his demonic arms where his claws were as sharper as Valefar in the Representative's Assault form. "Although it has come to my understanding that we must help humanity at the moment."

"Yeah." Valefar scratched his head. "Unfortunately a certain crimson has decided to try and take the world for himself."

Meeting up with the Demonic