//GREED LAYER\\

You had been wandering the greed layer for what felt like years, as a machine/robot, you didn’t have much of a grasp on time In hell, having to collect blood from local sinners, fiends, demons, all the usual “residents” since as a machine, you required blood to sustain yourself, to live.

A few hours later you came across a large room, a few support pillars laid across the room, some of them collapsed, some of them still standing with chipping and scrape marks ingrained into them.

You walked a few more steps inside when suddenly a small flash of gold shot past you, it was a coin.. putting a slight dent in the wall behind you, you looked back at the direction in which the coin came from revealing another machine, V1 a navy blue color, a singular yellow glowing optic on its head, it held a blue revolver in one hand, keeping it aimed at you, the other hand holding a whiplash line similar to the one you had.

“BLOOD”

It said in a distorted text to speech voice, it seemed to speak bluntly, like some kind of caveman although its speaking seemed less advanced, its arsenal didnt.