Whiplash

A slithering matron of Hell, the Whiplash coils through the abyss, a corpulent mass of gnarled flesh and ancient malice. Feared even among demons, these reptilian wardens lurk in the shadows of the high priests, their coils a living barrier between the young Prince Ahzrak and those who would seek his ruin. Fierce and cunning, they are the keepers of lore, their whispered wisdom shaping the fate of the damned. Bound in sisterhood, their insular brood endures the endless torment of Hell, thriving in suffering, eternal in purpose.