This gun was forged in hell…and brings hell to anyone who touches it.
An ancient evil is trapped in the bowels of darkness deep below ground, enduring an eternity of loneliness and torment. Then it discovers a way, an escape, back into the world of men…in the form of a seductively beautiful .357 Colt Python revolver. Forged in the damned fires of the underworld, hammered from the strongest but cursed steel, the gun and the entity that inhabit it are capable of immeasurable destruction and insidious evil. Anyone who comes in contact with it, even touches it, will find themselves staring into the muzzle of a loaded and sinister gun…and into the mouth of hell.
He continued to glare at the gun after the water had washed away the sizzling steam.
“What the hell?” he muttered, backing up a few unsteady steps.
There along the sleek barrel, instead of his usual tiny bird logo there was something else etched…a snake coiling around the barrel. At the end of the twisting long tail that ran along the spine of the gun there was something still smoldering and taking ghostly shape. The six-sided star of Satan…a pentagram. The ultimate, incarnate evil.
He moaned out loud as the biting coldness permeated his very being and suddenly, beyond the dark windows, he heard a strange hissing among the trees. It was so loud and grating, he covered his ears and began to scream.