Author's Note: So, I decide to make an oc, even though I don't read OC stories much…. Well, hopefully she's not too Mary-Sue. I tried really hard to make her different from other OCs. I might continue her story by making her visit other fandoms ;)

If I owned South Park, It would be soooooo fucked up o.O

Oh, and also, Warning for gayness, sexy times, and teenage mischief :]

I sped down the highway, my motorcycle roaring. I loved the feeling of it's warmth against me, keeping me warm while the wind whipped my hair around my face.

So, dad kicked me out again.

Whatever, I'll just spend a couple weeks on earth.

Besides, I needed to get out of that hellhole. Hah. Damn I'm funny.

Oh, I forgot to mention, my dad's the devil.

Pretty badass, right?

How? Well, my dad wanted a child to rule once he got bored with hell and retired, so he got some girl who was about to die to sell her womb for her life. That's my mom. Unfortunately, my mom found out that there was no heartbeat coming from the child inside her stomach when she went to the doctor. So, when my dad found out, he recruited another chick to have the spawn of Satan (who turned out to be my brother Damien's mother). Well, that's all fine, except that I was still in my mom's womb, growing perfectly fine. I didn't have a heartbeat, but I suppose that might be normal for the child of the devil. So when I busted out of my mom's vagina, she was a little freaked out. She kind of threw me out the window, killing me instantly. Bit of an overreaction, if you ask me. I went straight to hell, where I met up with dear old father.

Before you start imagining me as some ugly ass demon-child, I should correct you.

I am white, I have white blonde hair with blood red tips, but I usually just keep it in a ponytail. I have grey eyes, though they really are more white, like the color of snow melting. I was a really curvy, with broad shoulders and big thighs. Not exactly perfect, but I don't really care. Much to my father's dismay, I have multiple tattoos over my body, though they don't cover it completely.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, that's right, the motorcycle.

I suddenly heard a sputtering sound coming from it.

You should know up front that my motorcycle isn't exactly brand new. In fact, it's from the 70's. That's probably why it broke down so often. Like now.

"God damn it. That's the third fucking time this thing has broken down this month." I mutter to no one in particular.

I would just use my powers, but my dad restricts the use of them to hell. Asshole.

So, I resorted to pushing it down the highway, hoping that a town would come up soon.

It was a good 30 minutes of walking before I came across a wooden sign that said: "Welcome to South Park"

"Great. I just fucking love small towns." I said. Who was I talking to? God knows.

I wheeled the thing into the small mountain town.

Author's Note (again) : DUN DUN DUN DUUNNNNN! What will happen when she reaches the town? What will the kids think of her? How much trouble can one girl cause? Well, that one is easy. A LOT. So, sorry for the really short chapter, I had to introduce her and stuff. I'll probably squeeze another one out before be tonight.

So what do you guys think of her being Damien's sister? Cliché? Terrible? Review and let me know! Also, don't take it too seriously. I'm just having fun, it's definitely not my best story.