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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

Captain Wilkins barged through the door of the meeting room located on the 4th floor. Valefar followed him inside, as various officers of Oyster Bay were either standing or sitting near the Hellfire Arms, all of them placed on a black mat, carefully arranged and organized.

The Hellfire Arms varied in size, shape and color, Valefar shaking his head to get a grasp of what Arms were there. I should still remember them, he thought of the demonic rum he drank when the Gunsmith had sent it to him.

That was still in effect strangely.

At the edge of the large table where the Hellfire Arms were placed, were two of the Hellfire shadows. The shadows stared at Valefar and Wilkins as the two individuals stood opposite them.

"Alright boys, there's no need to be here anymore. We got a city that needs more cleaning up, especially over there in the East and West."

"So this is the demon we've been waiting for? THIS is the guy who helped all of us?"

Passing Through the Bay IV