All of the townsfolk laughed as you turned around to face them, they said, "You ain't welcome 'round here anymore, you might as well go" You wiped the blood from your face and slowly came to your knees. You chuckled, shaking your head as you said;

"I'll be back when you least expect it, and when I do, hell's coming with me."

A few years later, you were passing through again. You had kept your promise. The townspeople didn’t know you by your face, or by the gun around your waist. First there was fire, then there was smoke, then the preacher who kicked you out was hanging by a rope, they all begged you to stop, but you raised your fist, laughing.

“I am the righteous hand of God, I am the devil that you forgot! And I told you I’d be back, and when I did, Hell was comin’ with me!”

but what you didn’t know, was that Noah, your old best friend was watching from the sidelines.