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 returned to his original form, his human disguise of George Vale, convincing his legion to take a short break before departing to Harbour City. He had around 10 demons patrol Morissey, checking in on whether or not there were still crimson figures running around.

You could never be too sure, that was Valefar's logic, even after he ripped the crimson skies in half, and made them go away.

"It's certainly been a while since I had that form." He spoke of his previous shape as a Duke. "But it sure as hell tiring to be colossal and powerful at the same time."

"I can imagine that Duke." Manik followed. "After all sometimes you had to shrink yourself to size, just like right now, not even Hell could fit your large posture and head."

"Ah fuck off Manik." Valefar gave a friendly nudge towards Manik's shoulder. "If only Hell was built more big even if we're down below the surface of the human world."

The Trip to Harbour City