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 heard the liquid coming from the wet crimson heart dripping onto the ground. Its drops, although small in size, dropped down like rocks as soon as they made contact with the surface below.

This crimson beating heart, the large one holding him against the wall of a building as well as keeping him alive, he looked down to see a ripped hole in his chest, where his normal heart would have been.

He was being kept alive by his own heart, seemingly tainted by Bright's crimson.

He looked down, wondering why the crimson man hadn't kill him yet.

Closing his eyes, he pictured his parents at their home. Hopefully the crimson figures weren't able to get to them at all. He equally hoped that Valefar or at least someone else who was strong had taken the liberty to protect them at their home.

Another Raid on Crimson