It was cold and a bit rainy, typically Diavolo wouldn't care for the rain, but it was too cold for a naga like himself. He hissed lowly, gritting his teeth as he slithered out of the woodlands, seeking shelter.

His upper half was human, but his lower half blended into a long, thick crimson-colored snake tail with odd yet mesmerizing white markings. He slowly made his way into someone's backyard, looking around for a suitable place to keep a large predator like himself warm.