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 demons behind Valefar looked upon the crimson state of Port Pembroke. The crane that previously fell down due to the crimson lightning bolt was sinking into the crimson tainted waters.

They looked at the Representative, once their Duke. He was standing in front with his newly received ice abilities. Even as he was in his human shell, they felt the sheer amount of demonic energy rising from his back.

They flinched slightly as he threw his arm upward, before they saw the formation of his icy mist forming itself into a giant icicle. The tip of the icicle was sharp, and Valefar held it in his arms as if it were a spear.

He gave it a large and long throw.

The frozen spear collided with a portion of the crimson waters, spreading its icy surface within a few meters, before it stopped. He looked upward at the crimson skies, then at his pack of demons.

"Until Manik arrives with various other demons, we best try to clean this place up."

Bloodbath