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

For the demons, humans were weak creatures. Physically and mentally. Valefar knew this, his legions knew this, but he knew they were meant to be like that from the absolute beginning.

This entire crisis was an eye opener for him, for the humans who do get the absolute amount of power. Hell, he reminded himself of the war a few years ago, and the First great war that came a long time ago.

And the wars humans have fought in the old ages of kings and queens, knights and warriors, he thought as he continued to spar against Bright.

Right now the crimson man didn't have his Hellfire Arm in his hands, rather he was barehanded, but his swift movement didn't stop him from being in a fight.

"You just never quit do you Ben!?" Valefar taunted Bright during their fight in the streets. Flames appeared on Bright's gloves as he throw long and mean punches left and right, while Valefar was in his fighting stance.

Of Demons and Crimson