The Devil went down to Venice one hot summer day, looking to catch some tasty waves and stir up a little trouble. With his red surfboard under his arm, he strolled down the boardwalk, scaring tourists and turning heads with his fiery red skin and wicked grin.

When he got to the beach, the surf was pumping – head high walls of water were rolling in, much to the Devil’s delight. He paddled out through the line-up, ignoring the other surfers giving him suspicious glances. Once he made it past the break, the Devil popped up and effortlessly caught the first wave that came his way.

Surfing with supernatural style and skill, the Devil shredded up and down the wave, carving radical turns and airs. The other surfers stopped to watch the mysterious ripping surfer tear it up. But the Devil had more mischief planned. As he kicked out of a huge closeout barrel, he used his powers to summon two huge demonic sea serpents from the deep.

The monstrous serpents emerged, swirling waves with their long bodies and snapping jaws. Chaos ensued as surfers scrambled to shore in fear. The Devil just laughed as he kept surfing, the king of this havoc-filled line-up. He decided Venice was one of his new favorite surf spots – the perfect place to cause some devilish trouble in style.