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

Plan, Valefar wondered as he waited for whichever demon was currently inside the Gunsmith's personal room. I hope it's a big one, because the world's going get on our tracks pretty soon.

"You worry too much Val." Silverton spoke as he continued to wait.

"I ain't worrying, I'm just being cautious."

"Thanks for not siding with humanity that's for sure…" Silverton looked back at him. "You were still Duke when it happened; demons betraying our own kind for whatever damn reason, and siding with humans just so happens to be one of them."

"I ain't attached, not anymore I suppose, seeing how the crisis is done..."

"Rest assured, there are things that even I could have respect for humanity. Unfortunately you, I and everyone here is a demon, always have been, always will be, we just gotta accept it."

Silverton chuckled. "You know when I was active as a Representative, I met a helluva lot of people after Bright. People during the Old West."

The Gunsmith's Plan