A Total Drama Story, Hazbin Hotel Crossover Story

Demon's Daughter: Love Across the Divide

Chapter 4

Blue

~Gwen's POV~

'This is the final straw.'

'I've had it with my father's shit talk.'

'I'm leaving and dad will have to bring me back kicking and screaming before I set foot back here.'

I was packing all necessary clothing and items into my suitcase. Dad had gone too far. Talking shit about Charlie was the last straw. He had no right to say those things about her. Yes, her idea for redeeming demons is a long shot, but at the very least, he could be a little more encouraging. Course, this is my father we're talking about. Stubborn as a mule with a temper to match to say the least. Not that it matters anymore. As soon as I'm done packing, I'll make my escape. Where I'll go, I'm uncertain. If I go to Octavia's that'll be the first place my dad calls. He's friends with Octavia's dad, and while Stolas is a good guy, he'll likely give in to the guilt and give my location. That, or dad will hear through Stolas' lies then come to retrieve me. There was Charlie, assuming she wouldn't mind me staying with her for a while.

She's a little busy getting word out about her upcoming hotel, but there should be enough room for me to bunk there until I feel ready to return home. Assuming I want to return. Putting my sketchbook in my suitcase I now have everything I need packed. I zip the suitcase then make my way to my closet. Why would I go there? Nobody knows this, but I have I secret. Inside of my closet, there's a secret passage in the back that can take me outside to the garden. This is my ticket out. I just need to hurry before somebody comes in and sees what I'm doing. As if someone heard my thoughts, there was a knock on the door.

"My lady, are you in there?"

Shit!

Derek's at the door. Dad probably sent him to check on me after what happened. If he comes in and sees my suitcase, he'll alert dad and I'll get lectured. That's the last thing I need. Quickly, I slide my suitcase under the bed then sit on the bed acting natural before allowing Derek inside. He enters my room looking straight at me. The look in his eyes held concern with a hint of curiosity. As much as I don't like being mushy with sweet talk, Derek can be a pretty sweet and caring guy when needed. He's like a big fluffy puppy you just want to cuddle forever. Just like a teddy bear. (Yuck! This is why the sweet talk should be left to Charlie.)

"Is everything alright my lady? Your father sent me to check on you. Said you were upset, and he wasn't comfortable coming here himself as he said you wouldn't want to see him." Derek told me and he was correct. "Did something happen between the two of you?"

"Yeah... you could say that." I looked away from his face as I spoke, "Let's just say I don't want to talk or see my dad, again."

"What happened?" Derek came over, sitting beside me on the bed.

I cross my arms against my chest, looking over to my left.

"I understand if you don't want to talk about it. I just want you to know that should you like to talk, I'm here for you." Derek put a hand or paw on my shoulder.

I know he's only trying to help. Pushing him away won't solve anything. I'm just not exactly the kind of person who talks about her feelings unless I want to. Yet here Derek is, offering to listen to my problems. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to talk to the guy for a while?

"You really want to listen to my problems?" I asked, "It's about the usual problems I have with my dad. Nothing ever changes with him. He doesn't care about me or Charlie, only his image. I'm so sick of it."

Derek nodded his head, listening carefully to what I was saying. He always was good at listening. Always taking an interest in helping others with their problems. It's one of the reasons he was hired by my parents to work here. Apart from his cleaning skills and ability to organize. He always stays on top of things, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"I can't get him to listen. He thinks Charlie's a disgrace to the Morningstar name, and I should take up the throne. That's the last thing I want to do." I found myself sharing my thoughts with him. Letting him know how I truly felt. "He'll never listen to me. He'll never respect Charlie's dream. He's impossible to live with. I want to get away from him, from home."

"You feel your father doesn't appreciate you or your sister. He only sees the both of you as a disgrace, and that makes you feel hurt." Derek spoke softly, "I suppose I don't fully understand what's going on between you and your father and sister, but I wish to help the best I can."

"Just listening to me is a big help." I spoke, "You have some understanding of the situation, but the real problem is getting my father to listen."

"Hmm, this is true, his highness only listens to what he wants to hear." Derek pointed out.

"And that's the problem. I don't know how to get him to listen to me."

"I'm sorry my lady. Perhaps the best thing you can do is give yourself some space from your father. I know he usually means well, but it's best to give him time to think about his actions. I'm sorry if this isn't enough for advice."

"It's fine Derek, I'm not expecting a lot, but you have a point. I need some space from my dad."

Derek looked at me in silence for a while. His eyes full of concern with a hint of grief. I don't know why, but I had this feeling. A feeling that suggested Derek knew what I was up to but said nothing. He just gave my shoulder a pat then spoke again.

"Gwen..." This is a first. He called me by my first name, "I know I'm not great giving advice, but I will say this. Your father's a good man who makes mistakes. He only does what he does because he cares about you and Ms. Charlie. He may not say it often, but he does."

"Well, he's got a funny way of showing it." I pointed out.

"I believe he had to do what he does because he's afraid."

Afraid? My father, Lucifer, afraid?

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but your father cares deeply about your well-being and your sisters. He doesn't mean the things he says. He's probably just worried about Ms. Charlie getting hurt or used by the wrong people. He probably wants to tell her that, but he doesn't know how to put it in words."

Hate to say it, but he made a good point.

"I won't tell you what to do, but I hope you'll think a while before you do something you might regret. The choice is yours, but know your family is here for you."

He spoke no more and took his leave. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. It's not often I get advice from Derek, but when I do, he usually makes a point towards the end. Only this time, I've made up my mind and I'm not changing it. I love my father, but unless he changes his ways, I can't forgive him. What he said can't be taken back. He made his choice now I'm making mine. I pull the suitcase out from under my bed, carrying it towards my closet. I open the door, push the clothes on the hanger to both sides, kneel down and pull the secret hatch open. Once I do this, there's no going back.

I pull my suitcase towards me, dropping it down the hatch before closing my closet door and going down myself. Closing the lid behind me as I descended down the ladder. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I pulled out my phone. Turning on the flashlight button, this would be my source of light until I reached the other side. The hallway was a clear straight walk forward. As soon as I reached the other side, I'll be in the center of the garden near the fountain. The fountain's a new built in my dad had put in that looks like mom dancing with dad. It was an early anniversary gift from dad to mom. It's actually a beautiful fountain statue, but not important. I was just opening the hatch door that secretly looks like a rock, when I heard voices.

I kept the hatch partially open so I could listen in and keep my eyes open for whoever was coming. The voices grew louder. I began to make out who the voices belonged to before they appeared around the hedge. My mother appeared, she looked disappointed and angry based on her body language. The second voice belonged to my father, who appeared upset. He was frantically apologizing to my mother who wouldn't listen to him.

"Darling please, I didn't do it on purpose." My father spoke to my mother who kept her back turned to him. "I lost my temper. You know I would never actually hit one of our daughters. I love them. I care about them. They are the greatest treasure in our lives."

"Don't tell me, tell that to Gwendelyn," My mother spoke. "I still can't believe you hit her, and for what? Just because she was standing up for her sister's beliefs in redeeming demons."

It was clear my mother was upset with my father. Who continued to plead for his actions to no avail. Derek must have told mom what happened and now she's mad at dad. Glad someone's on my side. Mom's always been the most understanding. Charlie and I could always count on her whenever we needed her support.

"Lilith my love, I swear, it was a mistake. I'll talk to Gwendelyn and apologize for my actions later. Poor girl's upset, Derek told me she needs some time by herself."

"Hmph! You better apologize, and you better hope she forgives you. I certainly wouldn't after hearing what you said."

Mom began to walk away with dad in tow behind her. As soon as they were gone, I waited until I was sure it was safe to exit the tunnel. Can't be too careful. My parents could pop up without warning and if they see me out in the garden with my luggage, they'll question me. That's the last thing I needed. Waiting a few minutes, I made my way out with my luggage in hand to the surface. All I have to do is sneak through the garden toward the back hedges and wall. Yeah, we have a large wall built around the palace. Don't ask me why, my dad does a lot of things for no reason. How am I going to get over the wall? Ask me a more difficult question. I'm not going over the wall. I'm going through it. I'll explain shortly.

I climbed out, closing the hatch carefully behind me. Grabbing my luggage, I took off running straight ahead. The way I ran was a similar style to a ninja and some random guy trying to catch the bus. Sounds stupid, but I'm in a rush to get out before I'm discovered. I ran and I ran. I wouldn't stop until I reached the wall. Getting out was my only priority. As I got closer, I slowed down to prevent myself from slamming face first. Soon as I arrived, I put my luggage down and looked up at the only thing blocking me from my freedom. Climbing over was impossible and digging under would take too long. If I wanted to escape, I'd have to go through the wall to reach the other side. How would I do it?

I've got another secret. I found this a few years ago by chance when I was walking outside to clear my head. There's this stone on the wall that's a tad looser than the others. All I have to do is push it and it'll activate a door that opens to the other side. Why is there such a door? I don't know, and I don't care. I just need to remember which stone it was I need to push. Using both hands, I feel around the smooth rocky wall in front of me. That loose stone is somewhere. Wish I had put something on the stone to identify it. A sticker. Paint. I probably could have shoved a small ribbon in it if I tried hard enough. This is on me. All I can do is feel around until I find it. If I remember correctly, the stone has a chip in it, and it was somewhere on my left. That's all I remember. It's not much but it's something to work with.

I continue to feel around. Trying to pick up the pace before any unexpected visitors showed up. Picking up the pace, I pushed every stone on my left-hand side that was deemed push able. I was coming up empty handed when suddenly, my hand pushed further down on one stone. Immediately activating the secret door on my right. This was it. My ticket out of here. Away from home, away from my dad, away from everything. Picking up my luggage I ran through the archway right before it closed. Nobody would know I was gone until later. Assuming nobody else went knocking on my door for a moment of my time. That's not important right now. I crossed through to the other side. I'm off the royal grounds as my dad calls it. Now comes the fun part (sarcastic), getting to my sister's hotel. I've got the address on my cell phone, but this is Hell. I've got to navigate through Hell from point A to point B on foot, by myself. I'm not saying I can't do it, but usually there's someone with me when I go out. As annoying as that is.

Dad always insists I have someone go with me when I go out. He's way overprotective. I feel like I can never get a moment of privacy when I'm out. Except when I'm in the bathroom, obviously. Besides that, dad always took the extra measure to ensure I was watched and safe. What am I, the president's daughter? Stupid question. My dad's the King of Hell. Need to focus right now. I've got to get to the Hazbin Hotel before I'm discovered missing. My best chance is to use transportation, and since I can't go back the way I came to grab one of my father's many vehicles, I'll use my own set of wheels. This isn't my first great escape from the palace. I've used this escape route a couple times when I snuck off to hang out with Octavia or one of my other friends. I don't have many friends, but the few I do have are pretty badass.

More on that later, time to make like a tree and leave. I ran over to a large bundle of bushes by an old oak tree. Pushing them aside to reveal my transportation, a dark blue colored moped. Charlie gave it to me for my birthday last year. I thought it was kind of goofy, so I left it stored up in the garage for a while. Taking it out when I decided to sneak out occasionally. Since then, I've left my moped out here hidden in the bushes near the secret exit. No one was the wiser. As soon as I rolled the moped out of its hiding spot and put my luggage on the back, I put my helmet on and got on. Turning the key in the ignition, the engine came to life. The sound of that revving motor was music to my ears. The plan was simple, I started driving through the back field of the palace. Giving the vehicle time to work before activating the special button. A little something that would get me through the city to the hotel without being spotted. Revving the engine up to full speed, minding any bumps and holes in the road. I was about to take flight. Pushing the button, a pair of demonic bat wings expanded out from the sides of the moped and started flapping. The faster the engine reeves, the better the wings flap to take flight into the sky. I pushed my foot on the gas pedal. Giving it all the speed it had made the wings flap more and more until I could feel the moped lift off the ground.

In mere moments, I was flying up in the air. Just like a plane taking off, I was on my way to the Hazbin Hotel. Turning my head around, I looked back at the palace one last time. Goodbye mom and dad. You won't be seeing me for a while. My attention was brought back to the front. Had to stay focused if I was going to get to the hotel in record time.

The flight to the hotel was simple. As simple as flying through the air can be. It's not like I was going to fly into a flock of birds or other demons who could fly. Doesn't mean I should take my eyes off the sky. My phone was hooked up to my moped which was navigating me to the hotel. Since I wasn't on any roads, I put my map on the sky road. Yeah, the phone has one of those features added to the map. And according to my phone, I'll be at the hotel in less than ten minutes.

I'm looking forward to seeing Charlie after so long. Ever since she left home to seek out fulfilling her dreams of putting a hotel together for redeeming demons, home hasn't been the same. When I first saw Charlie on channel 666-news I was a tad skeptical of her getting her message across Hell. I was in my room sketching on my bed. I had the TV on the news because there was nothing else good on. Yeah, I've got a TV in my room attached to the wall, hanging over my dresser. Which is across from my bed. The television was playing, I was sketching when a familiar voice caught my attention. Looking up from my work I saw her, my big sister Charlie was sitting with that bitch Killjoy and her companion, Tom.

Charlie was discussing her goal for redeeming demons. She looked a little uncomfortable and I didn't blame her. Killjoy was a major killjoy, no pun intended. Just that I've watched the 666 news enough to know I don't like that bitch. Even now, she was giving Charlie a hard time while she (Charlie) was trying to explain her goal. Then it got worse. To get her point across, Charlie began to sing a song. I watched in silence and shock as Charlie went around singing her harmonic to heavy metal melody for the crowd. My eyes were glued to the television. I watched the whole segment to the very end. Where Charlie was met with silence, followed by laughter, mockery, and a cat fight with Kathy Killjoy.

After the program was finished, I was left in a state of shock. While I loved my sister, her methods for getting her point across weren't always the best. Had I been there with her, I would have tried to stop her from doing something as foolish as singing in front of a large crowd and live television. Though I don't think I could have stopped Charlie even if I tried. She's always been head strong and serious about things she believed in. I love her, but I occasionally worry about her.

Charlie called me an hour later that day. She sounded ecstatic and at a loss for words. She was trying to tell me what happened after the interview. How the Radio Demon came over offering help, how he brought over some help for the hotel. Two demons named Nifty and Husker. Then there was an attack on the hotel by some demonic snake who wanted revenge on Alastor but ended up getting blown up. If that wasn't a proactive day, I don't know what was.

Since that day, I've tried sneaking out to visit the hotel whenever I can. The best way I snuck away was by telling dad I had some errands to run, or I was going to visit Octavia. Visiting Charlie and the gang was always the highlight of my day. From Angels jokes, Husker's complaints, Nifty's spunky personality, Vaggie's fight lessons, Alastor's tale tales, and Charlie's hugs. They weren't perfect, but I considered each and every one of them family.

Dad would never understand Charlie's dreams. He would never understand if he found out I hung out at the hotel. He doesn't understand anything in my opinion. I wish he could understand, but it's a lost cause. I was lost in thought; I didn't realize how close I was to the hotel now. Up ahead, the bright red lights from the sign stood out on the roof top. I changed to the landing gear and began my decent down to the ground. I gave a couple honks on the horn to alert anyone inside of my arrival. I know I should have called ahead, but I was lost in thought and focused on getting out. I kept honking the horn until the front doors opened and out stepped Charlie and Vaggie.

I gave a shout out, "Charlie! Hey Charlie!"

I could see Charlie was surprised to see me, as was Vaggie. Which is expected since I didn't call or send a text message, but regardless, Charlie was waving back at me with a smile on her face, "Gwen!"

Carefully I landed my moped on the ground in front of the pair. The wings folded back in before I shut the engine off and got off. Charlie immediately hugged me, taking me by surprise. I almost lost my footing when she embraced me.

"Gwen! Oh, it's so good to see you! I've missed you!" Charlie was ecstatic to see me. Rocking me in her loving embrace, "What are you doing here? Did you sneak out, again?"

"Sort of..." My voice trailed off as soon as I was released. Grabbing my suitcase from the back, "This is more of a permanent move." I turned to look at her, luggage in hand, "We need to talk."

And that's where I'm ending it.

Good place for a cliffhanger.

The next chapter will be a little longer so stay tune~

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