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 felt his chest burn as the crimson from Karmoz's hands shot towards his body. The impact was strong, and the crimson liquid was starting to spread around Valefar's body, before evaporating due to the heat within the Representative's body. He winced in pain.

"What the hell you doing!?" he demanded of Karmoz.

"Think of it as a donation, Duke." Karmoz said as he turned swiftly to see Silverton glaring at him, before he turned back to the Representative. "Fighting Crimson with Crimson, and with your powers, it fucking damn delivers a punch."

"You do realize I will kill you later right?" Valefar said.

"Hey Silver!" Karmoz turned his face towards Silverton again. "How about for once you get off your lazy ass and help the Duke here! From the way I see it, he should be calling the shots, not you!"