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

Chance Gordon, the first thing and name that came to Manik's mind as soon as Bright spoke it. The demon furrowed his eyebrows.

So he is the one who had Showdown before, Manik recalled hearing other demons speak in Hell, about them witnessing Silverton extract demonic wicked souls that were left in Showdown which was used by the Haverton detective, the same human who had been chasing the crimson man and perhaps the most energized one out of all of the human allies.

This Chance must be quite strong to have made it to this point, Manik admitted in his heart, but Silverton tells me that he is on the verge of death, or dying at most.

He looked at Duke Valefar, who crossed his arms following Bright's offer.

"I had never heard such a lie in a long while." Valefar spat out that sentence, sending it towards Bright whose face was still projected onto the crimson sky.

The Duke's Goals