A Total Drama Story, Hazbin Hotel Crossover Story

Demon's Daughter: Love Across the Divide

Chapter 1

The Devil's Second Daughter

(Note: I thought I would try my hand at writing this crossover story. The idea crossed my mind, now I'm going to bring it to life. There's no telling where my ideas will take me, but I'm going to see where it goes with time and patience.)

For as long as I can remember, I have lived my entire life surrounded by darkness, death, fire, and demonic entities. Not exactly a normal life for a teenage girl, but it's my definition of normal where I'm from. Of course, my definition of normal is on a different level compared to the average teenage girl. Which I am not.

Oh, right, I guess introductions are in order.

'Stepping out of the shadows into the light is a young girl. She's about average height with pale snow-white skin, she has short blonde hair with dark blue streaks. It's a tad ruffled though it barely touches her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep purple color with a hint of black where the pupil sits. Her wardrobe consists of knee-high black boots, black tights with a black skirt, sporting a long-sleeved shirt that's midnight blue in the center with black sleeves that reach to her wrists. She wears a plain black choker around her neck and a small hairclip with a heart in her hair.'

She walks over to a large bed with midnight blue colored sheets and a light blue tapestry surrounding the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the girl begins to talk again.

My name is Gwendelyn, Gwendelyn Morningstar, but my friends call me Gwen for short. I am the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar, and younger sister of Charolette (Charlie) Morningstar, and in case anyone was wondering, yes, my father is the devil. As in the devil, the ruler of Hell who enjoys torturing sinners and collecting souls of the damned. Fell from Heaven's grace, that Lucifer is a father, husband, and family man to the three of us ladies. Bet you're wondering why I'm telling you these things? Guess I should explain from the beginning.

I'm the youngest daughter of Lucifer and Lillith. I was born two years after Charlie, raised in Hell under the love and care of my family and our many servants. Despite being the rulers of Hell, my parents always found time for Charlie and me. Even when dad was in meetings, his focus was towards his two little princesses. Yes, I am a princess, but I prefer not to be called that. I hate it when dad calls me that nickname. It's embarrassing when he says it out loud. I don't need that sort of attention. I'm not like Charlie, she's the kind of person to let her voice be heard. I prefer solitaire, privacy draw in my sketch book.

Sure, I've got my duties as a princess, attending parties, helping my parents with their work, but that doesn't come up often which means I have my plenty of free time to do whatever I want. Usually, I just sit in my room drawing in my sketchbook. Yeah, I'm an artist. I like posting my work on Vox gram for my followers to see. Sometimes, my parents hang my art up in the hallways. They like showing off my artistic talent to their friends during parties. My friend, Octavia says I should try selling my art online and Charlie has told me I should hold an art show. I'm not sure what, but those are good suggestions. Something to keep in mind for the future.

Dads usually focused on a large shit load of work most of the time; and mom has her own thing going, a.k.a. distracting dad from his work occasionally. He's such a sucker for my mother's feminine ways. Parents, what can you do about them? Nobody picks their parents; I certainly didn't pick mine. Most of the time the two of them are flirting with one another none stop. They act like a couple of lovestruck teenagers. I sometimes can't be in the same room with them when they start making out.

In any case, my parents mean well, and they love me and Charlie. They've always been there when we needed them the most, but as of lately, things have taken a turn for the worse.

Let me explain, my sister's got some bright ideas for making Hell a better place. Sounds like a ridiculous fantasy, right? It's Hell, the inferno, the 'bad place' as some call it. Hell isn't meant to be a paradise. Well, it's no Heaven anyway. But Charlie believes she can change Hell for the better. She wants to open a hotel where sinners can be rehabilitated and enter into Heaven.

That's her dream, a dream our dad doesn't think is possible. He says demons can't be redeemed. That there's no hope for them once they enter Hell. Charlie doesn't agree with him, saying anything is possible and she's going to prove him wrong.

I would prefer to stay out of this. I don't need to be pulled in the middle of an argument between my dad and sister. Perhaps given time, they can come to an understanding, but enough about my family. I don't wish to brag, but I would like to talk a little about this dream I have. One I don't want my dad finding out about. He's already frustrated with Charlie's dream for redeeming demons. If he were to find out about what I want to do, he'd skyrocket through the roof. No, I don't want to kill anyone or start a war or plan an assassination. Just because I'm the devil's daughter doesn't mean I have this dark and twisted mind.

No, what I want more than anything is to visit the surface above. Cliche, I know, Little Mermaid similarity. It sounds childish, but I want to go to Earth. I've heard about it from dad when I was a kid. During his time as an angel, the Earth was still in early development. His father was just getting things set up from the plant life to the oceans and animals. Eventually creating the first two humans on Earth to live in peace in the Garden of Eden. Until they were cast out for going against God's word. The story goes a snake tempted Eve to eat a forbidden fruit, but dad tells me it was him who did it. He's responsible for what happened to Adam and Eve. Even after he was kicked out of Heaven, dad still occasionally went up to the surface. I think it was either a cult or Satanic ritual thing. I'm not entirely sure, but he did take mom up with him once for their anniversary. Though which one I don't know. The two of them have been together since the beginning the time. Okay, theoretically speaking that's going overboard timeline wise, but it's close to the truth.

Sorry, guess I'm getting off topic. Talking about my private life is a personal subject. One I don't share often to anyone. My friends. My family. I'm not touchy feeling like Charlie. Sure, I'll talk about my feelings to her sometimes, but only when I feel like it. There are times when I feel Charlie is the only one to understand me. She doesn't judge me like dad does for my looks or how I dress like a goth or how I have weird taste in music. He says I'm making a mockery of our family name. Don't know how that's possible. Octavia dresses in a similar manner, but her father is fine with it.

Okay, now I'm ranting nonsense again. (walks over to a large window that overlooks the demon city) I've kept this in for so long. A need to open up. Talk to someone about what's been building up in me for so long. Sometimes I wish I could just disappear from this world. I have nothing against the carnage or bloodshed that occurs down here every day. That's a normal daily occurrence. What bothers me is how I'm not getting any respect. Dad doesn't understand me. He thinks I'm going through a rebellious phase with how I dress, what music I listen to, my hobbies, and my attitude. He has no clue about what I'm going through. How I want to live my life my way and not live under his stupid rules.

Mostly rules that imply during social parties with the other royals and overlords, or when my family and I go out in public. I hate being prim and proper and ladylike. That's not who I am. I wish could understand the way mom and Charlie do. (Sighs, walks away from the window. Sitting on the bed which leads to laying down on it and looking at the ceiling.)

If I could escape my current life for something better, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

If I could move in with Charlie that wouldn't be terrible.

If I could get away, even for a day from the palace I could feel alive again.

(Closing her eyes, Gwen slowly falls into a deep sleep. Dreaming about the world above Hell and going to visit there. If for one day only. That would be enough to make her smile.)

End of Chapter

I hope this wasn't too shabby.

Let me know what you guys think in a review/comment.

I'll try to aim for a longer chapter next time.