Do I Look Like The Devil?

"I ask you, do I look like the devil? It’s all for my art. I am my art. My art is me. Body and soul." 

He struck a pose. Twist. Turn. 

"Soul's kind of hard to come by. So I figured I'd start with the body." 

The man’s body was all serpent topped by a cobra’s head. Its scales rendered in such fine detail that colors in the pigments shifted and changed with every movement. Red’s eyes were the gleam in a larger set of black shiny ovals.  His nose a tiny bump in a wider viper's snout. Down the left side of his chin a forked tongue licked shiny and purple from a black gash of a mouth.

"Trust me, I'll grow on you. Really, I always grow on people." Red smiled and revealed perfect white teeth. “C’mon hoss. Let’s make some magic.”