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This was just a quick doodle to practice my inks with.

Name: Serpentis Maximus
Other Names: Leviathan, Abaddon, Apollyon, Vindex
Race: Demon
Titles: 4th Crown Prince of Hell, Ruler of the West and the mysteries of the Deep, the Antichrist Spirit
Similar Characters: Mephisto (Marvel), Neron (DC), Darkness (Legend)
Bio: Never ask a demon for information, they WILL lie to you. However, when it comes to the Infernal Hierarchy, they are the only source of information available. If you ask one to tell you about Serpentis Maximus, you are almost certain to not get the truth. It is SUSPECTED, however, that he is the Devil's regent over the material realm and that Hell's police force answer directly to him. It is known that he considers the demon known only as Devil Cop to be his favorite enforcer. He enters the human soul through tyranny, possessing kings and seducing queens. He is Hobbes' Leviathan. Some have claimed that he is the product of a coupling between a human and the Devil in his incubus form. Others say that he is actually older than Satan and was born from the anti-cosmic void. Whatever the case, he calls the Devil "father", but he could mean it ironically.

While he delights in watching most souls burn, he was smitten with one human in particular; Agent Jennifer June, Devil Cop's original nemesis. Giving in to his passions, like any true devil would, he made her an offer: to rule by his side! All she has to do was eat the blackened fruit of the Tree of Death. After thinking about it, she accepted and was transformed into a creature of Hell. Now, she outranks Devil Cop. She could stop him if she wanted to... but now, she no longer wants to.

“Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down its tongue with a rope? Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? Will it keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words? Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life? Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house? Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering. No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand against me? Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.” --The Book Of Job

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXeLfM…

Description
This was just a quick doodle to practice my inks with.

Name: Serpentis Maximus
Other Names: Leviathan, Abaddon, Apollyon, Vindex
Race: Demon
Titles: 4th Crown Prince of Hell, Ruler of the West and the mysteries of the Deep, the Antichrist Spirit
Similar Characters: Mephisto (Marvel), Neron (DC), Darkness (Legend)
Bio: Never ask a demon for information, they WILL lie to you. However, when it comes to the Infernal Hierarchy, they are the only source of information available. If you ask one to tell you about Serpentis Maximus, you are almost certain to not get the truth. It is SUSPECTED, however, that he is the Devil's regent over the material realm and that Hell's police force answer directly to him. It is known that he considers the demon known only as Devil Cop to be his favorite enforcer. He enters the human soul through tyranny, possessing kings and seducing queens. He is Hobbes' Leviathan. Some have claimed that he is the product of a coupling between a human and the Devil in his incubus form. Others say that he is actually older than Satan and was born from the anti-cosmic void. Whatever the case, he calls the Devil "father", but he could mean it ironically.

While he delights in watching most souls burn, he was smitten with one human in particular; Agent Jennifer June, Devil Cop's original nemesis. Giving in to his passions, like any true devil would, he made her an offer: to rule by his side! All she has to do was eat the blackened fruit of the Tree of Death. After thinking about it, she accepted and was transformed into a creature of Hell. Now, she outranks Devil Cop. She could stop him if she wanted to... but now, she no longer wants to.

“Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down its tongue with a rope? Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? Will it keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words? Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life? Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house? Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering. No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand against me? Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me. I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.” --The Book Of Job

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXeLfM…