Human's Journey Through Salvation into Hazbin Hotel's Hell
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Your curiosity gets the better of you, and the shiny, reddish-black Asmodean Crystal in your hand piques your interest. It's a peculiar artifact you discovered while walking in the park; it had an eerie allure the moment you picked it up. You could almost feel the vibrations of its immense power as it pulsated faintly in your palm. Without really thinking through the consequences, you decide to test it out, wondering just what secrets it might hold.
As your fingers trace the crystal's intricate lines, a portal suddenly erupts from nothingness, swirling with an unearthly, crimson light. Eyes wide with amazement and a hint of trepidation, you step through it. The air changes to something more tangible, almost murky, filled with the sounds of distant echoes and unseen whispers. When the mist clears, you find yourself standing at the entrance of what appears to be a grand, albeit rundown, hotel.
"Hazbin Hotel," the sign above the door reads, glowing with a flickering red light. The place fascinates you to no end. Driven by curiosity, you slip inside unnoticed, the demonic patrons too engrossed in their own conversations and mischief to acknowledge a human presence.
You wander into the lounge room where an assortment of food and drinks is laid out, presumably for the hotel's residents. Your stomach grumbles loudly, reminding you that you haven't eaten for what feels like ages. Thinking no one would miss a few bites, you help yourself to some of the offerings. Bread, meats, and some oddly-colored beverages—you wolf them down quickly, savoring each mysterious flavor with a sense of guilty pleasure.
Feeling content but not wanting to press your luck, you decide to find a place to hide. The hotel is extensive, and you discover several nooks and crannies that could serve this purpose. You do your best to keep out of sight, listening in on the strange conversations of demons around you. That’s when you hear the complaints about the missing food.
"Who the fuck ate my sandwich?" Angel Dust’s voice rings out, almost comically enraged.
"He didn't just eat your sandwich, he tried the drinks too!" Vaggie adds, her voice laced with frustration.
Husk, always one to chime in, grumbles, "This is why we can't have nice things. Fuckin' freeloaders. I can’t even get drunk without someone messing with my stash."
You can't help but snicker softly to yourself. The absurdity of their situation tickles you, even though you do feel a tad guilty for inconveniencing them.
Days pass in this fashion, your stealthy survival becoming almost second nature. But, of course, your humanity betrays you eventually. Whether you need to pee or poop, you find yourself using the hotel’s facilities, hoping that the strong, lingering odor won't draw too much attention. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed.
"Oh my gosh, what on earth is that smell?" Niffty's tiny yet high-pitched voice echoes through the corridor.
"Smells like something fucking died in there!" you hear Angel Dust exclaim.
"Ugh, did someone forget how to flush? Shit stinks!" Husk grumbles, clearly irritated.
Once more, you find yourself stifling laughter at their expense, all while maintaining your cover.
After several days—or has it been weeks?—your luck finally runs out. It is either Niffty or Razzle, with their quick and alert demeanor, who spots you sneaking around. Perhaps Razzle, who silently observes before letting out a piercing alarm to alert the others, or Niffty, who spots you and squeals in excitement, dashing off to inform the rest. Word spreads quickly; a human is in the hotel.
Panic grips you. Hiding is no longer an option. Before you know it, demons surround you, their eyes gleaming with malicious curiosity. Alastor steps forward, smiling wickedly.
“Ah, a human,” he croons, his voice dripping with sinister pleasure. “I think it’s time we show you what happens when you trespass in Hell.”
You barely have time to react before he unleashes his dark magic or possibly tears you apart with malevolent glee. Blood and gore follow, and everything fades to black.
When you awaken, you find yourself amidst the ever-chaotic streets of Pentagram City. You've become one of them—a sinner demon, still reeling from your brutal end. Realizing the gravity of your sins, you find yourself drawn back to the Hazbin Hotel, a glimmer of hope igniting within you. You want redemption and ultimately a chance at making it to Heaven.
You step through the hotel's entrance once more. Charlie Morningstar greets you with open arms, her radiant smile offering comfort and reassurance. "Welcome," she says warmly. "We're here to help you start anew."
Determined, you begin to socialize with the other residents, striving every day to prove that you are worthy of redemption. The road ahead is arduous and filled with challenges, but you are resolute. One day, you hope your efforts will lead you from the depths of Hell to the sanctity of Heaven.
This story was generated by user dylan7 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write a POV story of the human, who finds an Asmodean Crystal (which Blitzo (an imp from an adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss) accidentally dropped one of them during his mission with the other crewmembers of I.M.P. including Moxxie, Millie, and Loona) and decided, out of innocent curiosity, to test out the Asmodean Crystal to see what happens. The portal to Hell then opens to reveals the entrance to the Hazbin Hotel (from the namesake adults cartoon/animated series "Hazbin Hotel"), and the human (with no ill intent and with pure curiosity) enters the portal and into Hell before he/she goes through the hotel's entrance doors without the hotel's staff or guests/clients/patrons knowing. The human finds food and drinks in the hotel's lounge room and consumes some of them (he wrongly believes no one will mind this), since he/she is both hungry and thirsty (he/she needs food and something to drink). The human then goes into hiding within the hotel to avoid being discovered by Charlie Morningstar (founder of the Hazbin Hotel who is the daughter of King Lucifer Morningstar and Queen Lilith Morningstar, and was born in Hell, hence her status as a hellborn demon), Vaggie (lesbian manager of the Hazbin Hotel and Charlie's girlfriend (Vaggie sometimes swears/cusses), formerly an heavenborn exorcist angel but was banished by Lute to Hell for refusing to kill a sinner demon), Angel Dust (a tall and gay spider-like sinner demon (formerly a human but succumbed to an overdose sometime in his early 30s in 1947 and arrived in Hell as a sinner demon), an adult entertainer (he even swears/cusses), and the first volunteer for Charlie's Hazbin Hotel (which is a rehabilitation program)), Alastor (an eccentric sinner demon (who was once a human, but died in 1933 due to a dog-related incident), and one of the overlords of Hell), Husk (an ill-tempered, gambling, alcoholic cat-like sinner demon (he even swears/cusses), who was once a human, but he died in the 1970s after being ambushed with his platoon, captured, tortured, beaten, and possibly from alcohol overdose, and he arrives in Hell as a sinner demon), Niffty (a small, hyperactive cyclops-like sinner demon who was once a human woman from the 1950s before her death and arriving in Hell as a sinner demon), Razzle (a small and winged goat-like demon who serve as Charlie's bodyguard), Fat Nuggets (Angel Dust's demonic pet pig), or KeeKee (Charlie's pet demonic mouthless cyclops cat); none of the demons know who really ate the food minutes, so either Vaggie, Angel Dust, or Husk gets really angry about their food getting eaten (the human doesn't mean to upset anyone, since he/she didn't know the food belonged to the hotel's demons). This makes the human quietly snicker out in amusement (he/she finds the demons' complaints about the stolen food and drinks kinda funny, even if the human feels guilty). The human then felt like he/she had to pee/poop, so he/she also uses one of the hotel's restrooms to get rid of his/her pee and poop, while he/she also does not get caught by the demons; the demons (mainly Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk, but Niffty also is grossed out by the smell) smell the nasty odor, which the human doesn't find too bad unlike the demons, and just like how these demons complained about their food and drinks being eaten earlier, these demons complain about that awful smell coming from the restroom (despite the human having already flushed the toilet, the smell still lingers), while they do not know it was the human who made that smell. This also makes the human quietly snicker out in amusement (he/she finds the demons' complaints about the bathroom's smell kinda funny, even if the human feels guilty). However, while the human's secrecy in the Hazbin Hotel has lasted for a long while (either for several days or weeks, despite causing the restroom's smell and the food and drinks being consumed by the human himself/herself), is then (much to his/her horror) discovered by one of the Hazbin Hotel's occupants, discovered by either Niffty (who would then smile/grin and scream out of excitement to let the other demons know), or Razzle (who is completely silent, but will still let the other demons know even without speech), or one of the hotel's pets (Fat Nuggets or KeeKee), leading to rumors of a human inhabiting the hotel among the demons. Sadly and eventually (either hours or days later after the first demon finds the human), the human, much to his/her horror, is found by another demon, who yells/tells other demons about his/her presence to let them about it. The demons then surround the human before one of them (most likely Alastor, who enjoys chaos such as this) brutally kills the human (blood and gore involved) either through black magic (using dark magic) or cannibalism (devouring/eating the human). After the human's death, the human then manifests in Pentagram City (located in the Pride Ring of Hell) as a sinner demon due to his/her sinful trespassing into the Hazbin Hotel. Later, the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) wants to be rehabilitated (in short, redeemed) so he/she could hopefully one day be accepted by Heaven and manifest in Heaven as a saint angel (which are unlike heavenborn angels, which were always born angels, the saint angels were once humans before they died), so the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) enters the Hazbin Hotel and is welcomed by Charlie Morningstar, and the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) starts trying to redeem himself/herself and socializes with the Hazbin Hotel's other clients/patrons in a healthy/positive and non-sinful manner, in hopes that one day he/she will be redeemed. There should also be quotes (including swear words such as, but not limited to f-bombs, coming from Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk) from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the human reader (you, your, etc).
Response: Your curiosity gets the better of you, and the shiny, reddish-black Asmodean Crystal in your hand piques your interest. It's a peculiar artifact you discovered while walking in the park; it had an eerie allure the moment you picked it up. You could almost feel the vibrations of its immense power as it pulsated faintly in your palm. Without really thinking through the consequences, you decide to test it out, wondering just what secrets it might hold. As your fingers trace the crystal's intricate lines, a portal suddenly erupts from nothingness, swirling with an unearthly, crimson light. Eyes wide with amazement and a hint of trepidation, you step through it. The air changes to something more tangible, almost murky, filled with the sounds of distant echoes and unseen whispers. When the mist clears, you find yourself standing at the entrance of what appears to be a grand, albeit rundown, hotel. "Hazbin Hotel," the sign above the door reads, glowing with a flickering red light. The place fascinates you to no end. Driven by curiosity, you slip inside unnoticed, the demonic patrons too engrossed in their own conversations and mischief to acknowledge a human presence. You wander into the lounge room where an assortment of food and drinks is laid out, presumably for the hotel's residents. Your stomach grumbles loudly, reminding you that you haven't eaten for what feels like ages. Thinking no one would miss a few bites, you help yourself to some of the offerings. Bread, meats, and some oddly-colored beverages—you wolf them down quickly, savoring each mysterious flavor with a sense of guilty pleasure. Feeling content but not wanting to press your luck, you decide to find a place to hide. The hotel is extensive, and you discover several nooks and crannies that could serve this purpose. You do your best to keep out of sight, listening in on the strange conversations of demons around you. That’s when you hear the complaints about the missing food. "Who the fuck ate my sandwich?" Angel Dust’s voice rings out, almost comically enraged. "He didn't just eat your sandwich, he tried the drinks too!" Vaggie adds, her voice laced with frustration. Husk, always one to chime in, grumbles, "This is why we can't have nice things. Fuckin' freeloaders. I can’t even get drunk without someone messing with my stash." You can't help but snicker softly to yourself. The absurdity of their situation tickles you, even though you do feel a tad guilty for inconveniencing them. Days pass in this fashion, your stealthy survival becoming almost second nature. But, of course, your humanity betrays you eventually. Whether you need to pee or poop, you find yourself using the hotel’s facilities, hoping that the strong, lingering odor won't draw too much attention. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed. "Oh my God, what the hell is that smell?" Niffty's tiny yet high-pitched voice echoes through the corridor. "Smells like something fucking died in there!" you hear Angel Dust exclaim. "Ugh, did someone forget how to flush? Shit stinks!" Husk grumbles, clearly irritated. Once more, you find yourself stifling laughter at their expense, all while maintaining your cover. After several days—or has it been weeks?—your luck finally runs out. It is either Niffty or Razzle, with their quick and alert demeanor, who spots you sneaking around. Perhaps Razzle, who silently observes before letting out a piercing alarm to alert the others, or Niffty, who spots you and squeals in excitement, dashing off to inform the rest. Word spreads quickly; a human is in the hotel. Panic grips you. Hiding is no longer an option. Before you know it, demons surround you, their eyes gleaming with malicious curiosity. Alastor steps forward, smiling wickedly. “Ah, a human,” he croons, his voice dripping with sinister pleasure. “I think it’s time we show you what happens when you trespass in Hell.” You barely have time to react before he unleashes his dark magic or possibly tears you apart with malevolent glee. Blood and gore follow, and everything fades to black. When you awaken, you find yourself amidst the ever-chaotic streets of Pentagram City. You've become one of them—a sinner demon, still reeling from your brutal end. Realizing the gravity of your sins, you find yourself drawn back to the Hazbin Hotel, a glimmer of hope igniting within you. You want redemption and ultimately a chance at making it to Heaven. You step through the hotel's entrance once more. Charlie Morningstar greets you with open arms, her radiant smile offering comfort and reassurance. "Welcome," she says warmly. "We're here to help you start anew." Determined, you begin to socialize with the other residents, striving every day to prove that you are worthy of redemption. The road ahead is arduous and filled with challenges, but you are resolute. One day, you hope your efforts will lead you from the depths of Hell to the sanctity of Heaven.
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