Hellfire Bulletstorm(me and Permutation)

[Vertaige]

Ezekial. A name Zeke had come to loath. Many a man where particualr about a fella's name and his drew far to much lead for his liking. He sat in the saloon and the felt the cool barrel of a gun on his temple.
"Now listin' here fella, that there whore has been eyeing ya all night and I conjure that she stop it and pay attention to me."
Zeke shrugged,
"Seems she has a fine taste in men, son."
The butt of the gun cracked against his skull. Pain and light danced in his mind.
"Now you listen here old timer, that whore is going in my bed and if you get in my way I'll be more than inclined to ventilate your skull."
Zeke waited for the man to turn around and stood. In a flash his revolver spun and spat out four bullets, each tearing into the skull of those who had ruined his drink. Holstering his gun his smiled,
"Bartender," He growled. A middle aged man stood at the bar shaking.
"Put my drinks on thier tabs." He walked out and whistled for his ride.

 

[Permutation]

Yawning loudly, Bell, otherwise known as Bellial, was utterly bored. It had been decades since she had something fun to do but thinking back, the last fun thing she did wasn't even as fun as she had wanted it to be. Yawning again, the bored demoness rose from her throne and left the room. The lesser demons sighing in relief.

Apparently, she was too bored to act like the true dictator of eastern hell. Soon, she was in her hobby room. One only she was allowed to enter, unless she gave others permission. She walked toward her large mirror. Adorned with horned skulls and bones usually found in wings. She looked at her reflection. With a sigh, she looked at the desk beside the mirror. Immediately, a smile appeared on her face.

The old spell book she used to pick up souls in the human world! Of course! Why the hell didn't she think of that? Bellial reached out and touched the book as she closed her eyes. transporting it from hell into the human world. And hopefully, someone interesting enough would get a hold of it.

When she opened them, the book was gone.

(( Maybe you find the book by chance or something? Or it falls on you? ))

 

[Vertaige]

Zeke awoke when something thudded on his chest. He pulled up his hat and opened his eyes. It was the witching hour and his campfire blazed in the desert as a beacon and warning. On his chest was an old leather tome. Stranger things happened in the Mojave, he though dissmissing this as a dream. He picked it up noting its weight.
"Not much of a book." He said as he flipped through it, gauging the blank pages with a scowl. He was half tempted to throw it in the fire but stopped as a nagging doubt slithered into his mind.
Maybe I should give it another look, he pondered.
This time he removed his gloves and as soon as bare skin touched the book he felt searing heat spread throughout his form and blacked out from pain. His last thought was simply, Shouldve jus burnt the damn thing!