This is a story I wrote for Spanish class in the tenth grade. It has a Spanish version, which is probably really bad. The story was inspired by this character from Jhonen Vasquez's "Squee!", though not quite the same.
Once upon a time, 13-year old Paul was walking home from a normal day of school, when a black hole opened up in front of him in the middle of the sidewalk. From it spewed hellish flames and the sobs and moans of the damned, and out rose a familiar personage. The horns, the hooves, the tail, the red coat of fur! It could only be.... THE DEVIL!
Now, Paul, being a logical fellow, figured this couldn't be what he thought it was. "Who are you?" he asked. "Why son, don't you recognize your old man?" said the devilish figure. "W-what?!" stammered Paul. Then Satan said something Paul will never forget. "Just call me 'Papa', my boy!" Paul let out a bloody shriek and tried to run away, but the Devil reached out and grabbed him with his fiery arm.
"Oh, you hurt my feelings!" said Satan jokingly. "H-how did this happen?" Paul finally asked after awhile. "Well, me and your mother go way back... We met on a cruise ship about fifty years ago... I gave her eternal life!" As his father continued, Paul thought "So THAT'S why she's never gotten a wrinkle... And why I used to breathe fire when I was a kid."
But then the Devil changed the subject. "Anyway, my demon slaves and I are trying to take over the world. We're going to attack the White House tomorrow. Want to help?" In blusterring confusement, Paul replied "Uh, sure!" Satan smiled gleefully. "That's great! We're going to go to a fancy restaurant in an hour and I want you to come with us. Tell your mother that I'm here! Boy, will she be suprised!"