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 took it up to the skies, he patrolled the city. Perhaps he could help around with building up the city again, whilst the Hellfire shadows were doing that job. He thought about Stacy and Rosenthal, maybe they were already in Hell at this point.

Hopefully Gunsmith isn't too harsh on them, he thought. He was surprised as well at first back at Ryder's Island, when the contracts of Odette Black, Hunch Harvey and Earl Wayne Johnson could be revoked, but it wasn't a free pass from there.

He thought of the possibilities Rosenthal and Stacy might have during their time in Hell. How painful the process of getting their contracts revoked might be, or what they had to do to make it up for it.

I don't know how many people those two killed before, or maybe in Stacy's case not really, I think Havertons have less action than the cops, Valefar thought.

Of Fears and Concerns, the Human Way