A Total Drama Story, Hazbin Hotel Crossover Story

Demon's Daughter: Love Across the Divide

Chapter 3

Turning Pages

~Gwen's POV~

'Ugh, I can't believe this is happening.' I sigh heavily as I lay my head on my desk.

The constant chattering from the demon tutor in front of me (some bird hybrid, not that it matters) is boring me to death. It hasn't been a full hour and I'm ready to tear my ears off. If I had the ability to I would do it, but then there's my dad, who's here with me. Sitting behind me in his own special chair, I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. Making sure I pay attention to my lesson, and don't try to sneak out. If I have to go to the bathroom, he comes with me. He'll stand outside of the door, so I have some privacy. If I take longer than five minutes, he'll get suspicious. He clearly doesn't trust me. It's understandable, considering all the times I've snuck out during a lesson. It wasn't often, but I've snuck out a total of six times.

How did I pull it off six times? It wasn't easy. I played sick twice by complaining about an upset stomach and making myself throw up. (Don't ask me how I pulled that off.) The third and fourth time involved being a little more creative. I went to the bathroom saying it was my monthly cycle. Climbed up on the roof to just be alone with my thoughts. That was the third time. The fourth time, I faked an injury during my dance lesson. I pretended to twist my ankle when waltzing the ballroom. Spent the day in the garden but was careful to hurry back to my room before being discovered.

The last two times took more time. Sadly, I did get caught the last two times. Once was by accident when I was trying to go out through my window. Drake caught me so I had to lie and tell him it was a new workout method. I don't think he bought it, but he let it slide. I got lucky, the last time, my tutor caught when I used one of the servants to be my replacement during a lesson. I think I did a good job on her makeup because she looked like a mirror image of myself. I managed to sneak out to meet up with Octavia at the bookstore. Dad gave me a huge lecture when I got back. He was furious with me sneaking out and using one of the servants to pretend to be me. I was grounded for two weeks after that little stunt. It could had been a month if mom hadn't calmed dad down.

It seems after all those stunts of escaping, dad had to draw the line somewhere. Now he's here in my class, watching me like a hawk. If he wasn't my father, I'd say he was being a stalker. He gave a loud cough which snapped me out of my daze. I knew what that meant. He wants me to pay attention. If I don't, I'm likely going to be grounded for another two weeks or more. I straightened up, trying to focus on the black board in front of me. My tutor, Mr. Squawk (Yes, that's his actual last name. Probably because he squawks whenever he gets annoyed by something or someone.) was going on about the proper equations for solving the trickiest math formulas. I'm sixteen years old and he's teaching me math fit for a grad student, or an accountant. Why do I have to put up with this bullshit?

I sneak a peek at the old grandfather clock to my left-hand side. The time was currently nine forty-five AM. My math lesson was from nine thirty to ten thirty. A whole hour of listening to nonsense. In my mind I'm asking myself how my father thinks this is going to help in life. Unless he wants me to become a math whiz, I see no point to learning any of this.

I let out a soft sigh as I try to understand what exactly I'm learning. It's not like I want to sit here wasting an hour of my time. Sure, it sounds mean, I'm just stressed out. I need a way to get out of here before I die of boredom. Okay, now I know I'm stressed out when I start thinking nonsense like that. Even if it's just to use the bathroom, I've got to get out of this room. I raise my hand catching Mr. Squawk's attention.

"Yes, what is it Ms. Morningstar? It had better be important."

"Yeah, can I go to the bathroom?" I ask, hoping to get away from seeing the equations on the board for a while.

Mr. Squawk's feathers began to ruffle when he heard my question, "Is it an emergency?" I could tell he wasn't having his lesson interrupted unless it was important.

"Yes." Was all I had to say, "I have to go, right now."

Mr. Squawk didn't look convinced, and it was doubtful my dad was convinced. I didn't have to turn around to know. Call it instinct.

And it was at that moment that Mr. Squawks began his loud and annoying squawk sounds. Reminds me of a parrot. They don't know when to shut up. I covered my ears to block out some of the noise. His constant squawking was more annoying than Vox promoting some new product over the television. Yeah, I find the TV overlord pretty annoying, but at the moment, Mr. Squawk was a major pain in my ass. I have earplugs in my pocket, but I didn't get the chance to put them in because of my dad's presence. I'm not saying he would be able to see them. My hair's long enough to cover my ears. The problem is, if I blocked my ears and was asked a question, I'd get in trouble and then scold. That's the last thing I need.

If I wasn't avoiding my dad's gaze, I'd like to see if he was covering his ears. It's doubtful anyone could stand this constant squawking. It was an unwanted noise that no one should have to hear. He eventually stopped squawking when I noticed he started to cough like a cat when a hairball is caught in their throat. As disgusting as that it, I was just glad the squawking stopped. I moved my hands away from my ears. Looking at Mr. Squawks who cleared his throat before speaking.

"Forgive me, I get easily ticked off, so I start to squawk like crazy." He wasn't talking to me, but to my father. Obviously, he wanted to stay in my father's good grace or risk being fired. "Please forgive me, your highness. I'm working to control myself."

"That's quite alright, we all have to blow some steam sometimes." My dad accepted the apology much to my dismay, "Please, carry on with the lesson, and Gwen." I turned to look at my father. As I thought, he had a disapproving look on his face, "No more interruptions unless it's an actual emergency."

With a disappointing sigh, I gave in, "Yes, father."

With no other choice, I sat back down for the rest of my lesson. Mr. Squawks jumped straight back into his lecture on long math equations that I couldn't understand. Seriously, what's the point of this lesson? All this is doing is making me want to ripe my hair out and scream. Okay, I'm overthinking again. This is just stressing me out. I want to get out of this lesson. There's no way I can stand another forty-five to thirty-five minutes in this room.

I look down at my notebook, grab a pencil, and start doodling. My dad may be watching me, but he can't see what I'm doing in my notebook. All he can see is my backside. Not to mention, Mr. Squawks is busy listening to the sound of his own voice to notice what I'm doing. This is my only saving grace. Drawing is the one thing that calms my nerves. I could get lost for hours drawing all kinds of things or people in my sketchbook. I've drawing my parents, Charlie, her girlfriend Vaggie, Octavia, Razzle and Dazzle, and many more people. From royals to overlords to regular demons I've seen walking around.

I don't just mean the servants walking around the palace. Occasionally, I get to go outside when I'm visiting Octavia or when I get to go shopping with mom. When we take the limo; I sit by the window to watch the demons walk by. Any who interest me are the ones I decide to draw in my sketchbook later. I probably have over fifty sketchbooks full of drawings I've done over the years. Ever since I was three and could hold a crayon, I've found joy in drawing. When I was little, my parents would hang my pictures on the fridge or put them in a book and show their friends. Mom called it my personal art portfolio. As I got older, she continued to collect my drawings for the portfolio. She said she liked looking back on my artwork. Each picture held a different memory. As embarrassing as it sounds, it's actually kind of an honor to have mom keep all my old pictures. It's almost like she's going to open a small art gallery to show off my work. That would actually be really cool.

As I get lost in thought, I don't notice my dad walk up behind me until his shadow is hovering over me. I immediately stop drawing. The pencil in my hand drops onto the table making a small sound. I know immediately that I'm in trouble.

"Gwendalyn Eve Morningstar." My father says in a deep serious tone of voice that gives me the chills.

I am definitely in trouble when my father says my full name. I take a deep breathe, then turn around, "Dad, I know what you're going to say, and yes, I should be taking notes, but to be honest with you, this is complete bullshit." Yeah, I said it.

"That's no excuse to be neglecting your lesson," He began, "You are a princess and as a princess, you need to take pride in learning. I need you ready for when you take the throne and rule over Hell."

I roll my eyes, "That's not what I want to do dad. Charlie's the oldest, she's next in line for the throne, not me. I'll only get the throne if Charlie is deemed unworthy or should something happen to her."

"Your sister's already unworthy of taking the throne," Now he's getting serious, "She keeps insisting on getting her hotel running and trying to redeem demons. She won't listen to me. She can't take the throne if she can't realize her efforts for redemption are a waste of time."

"That's not fair!" I stand up from my chair. I wasn't going to listen to dad talk shit about Charlie, "How can you say that? You're not giving her a chance. Charlie has her heart set on helping demons seek redemption to get into Heaven. I know it sounds crazy, but she's trying her hardest with this project. The least you can do is try to be supportive."

"Supportive? Supportive of trying to change sinners who can't be changed? Supportive of her wasting time on something that'll never happen? Supportive of her disgracing the family name? I'm supposed to be supportive over all that?!"

"It's called being a good father. Something you clearly don't know how to do."

I realized too late and five seconds after I spoke, I was met with a hard slap to my face. Smack! Right on my left cheek. I leaned against my desk as the pain and heat took effect on my face. I touched my face, looking up at dad in shock. Never had he raised a hand to me or Charlie. I'm not saying the two of us never got in trouble, but dad never used physical discipline before.

I locked eyes with him as hot tears began to build up. My dad's angry expression began to disappear when he realized what he'd done. He tried to reach out to me, but I never gave him the chance. I dodged his hand, taking off for the door and out of the room. I could hear him calling out my name, but I ignored him. I ran down the hallways in my house until I reached my room. Locking myself inside, I slide down the door and cried. I cried into my knees, ignoring the pain that was still lingering around. The pain on my face was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

There was no convincing my dad to listen to reason. He would never accept Charlie's plans for redeeming demons, and he would never accept me. Those were the facts that I'd have to get used to and they sucked. If dad wants to be an asshole, fine. Don't expect me to stick around. Wiping the tears from my eyes I get up on my feet, walk over to my closet, pull out a suitcase I keep in the back, and I start packing. I am not going to sit around and listen to his royal ass-ness anymore. I'm leaving home. I am leaving home, and I am never coming back.

Shit just hit the fan!

Lucifer took things to far, now he's about to lose a daughter.

What do you guys think?

Gwen's got two choices on where to go live, Octavia or Charlie.

Who will she go to and what will Lucifer do when he discovers Gwen missing?

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