"Trespasser's Redemption: Journey Through Hell's Hazbin Hotel"
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You stumble through the busy streets of your town, clutching the strange crystal in your hand. It had caught your eye earlier, glinting beneath a pile of shattered glass from an apparent accident. You had bent down to pick it up, studying the intricate carvings that pulsated with subtle infernal vigor. "What on earth is this?" you murmur to no one in particular. Your curiosity piqued, you decide to test the crystal.
The moment you focus on it, an intense surge of energy pulses outward, drawing geometric symbols in the air. Before you can drop the crystal, a swirling portal emerges, throbbing with dark energy. You are too stunned to move as the portal widens, revealing a sight you never expected: the ostentatious front of a gothic hotel.
You hesitate only for a moment before curiosity gets the better of you, and you step through the portal. Reality warps around you, and you find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the Hazbin Hotel. The chandeliers drip with crystals, and velvet drapes line the walls, giving the place an aura of decayed opulence. No one seems to be around. "Is this really Hell?" you whisper.
Your stomach growls, reminding you of your human needs. Almost involuntarily, you make your way into the hotel's lounge. You spot an array of finger foods and an assortment of beverages laid out on a dark mahogany table. The hotel was opulently decadent, but you console yourself with the notion that no one will mind you taking a bit. With a shrug, you grab a sandwich, chomp down, and wash it down with rich, dark wine. The taste is heavenly—odd for something from Hell.
Time passes as your body hunkers down in various nooks and crannies of the hotel. Days turn into a blur of stolen food, stealthy bathroom breaks, and hiding from the demons that inhabit the place. You try to avoid the staff and patrons, your imagination conjuring up dire consequences should you be caught.
Once, you overhear voices in the lounge. "Who the fuck ate my pie?" yells Angel Dust, his voice a mix of irritation and confusion. "That's my favorite shit!"
"Language, Angel," Vaggie sighs, though you can almost see the annoyed crease in her forehead.
Husk growls, "Whatever rat is eating our food better pray I don't catch 'em." His anger seems more about the booze you had downed than the food.
But the smell you leave in the bathroom is far worse than any misplaced food. "Oh my gosh, who did that?" Niffty's voice is a high-pitched squeak of horror. "It smells like something died in here!"
"Just another delightful day in paradise," mutters Husk. "Seriously, what kind of asshole stinks up the place like that?"
Your secret can't last forever, though. One day, while munching on a pastry, you sense movement out of the corner of your eye. You freeze as Niffty rounds the corner, her single eye widening in shock. "OMG! A human!" she exclaims and rushes off. Panic seizes you, but you don’t run. Not that it would help.
The rumors work quickly, and the demons' expressions transition from puzzled suspicion to lethal intent. Despite your attempts to hide, it doesn't take long before they corner you. Alastor's eyes gleam with sinister joy as he looms over you. "How delightful—a trespasser," he chuckles. "Allow me to give you a proper welcome."
Despite your pleas, you're brutally killed, your death a bloody symphony punctuated by Alastor's maniacal laughter. Pain, terror, darkness.
When you awaken, it's in Pentagram City. You're a sinner demon now, and the reality of your situation hits like a sledgehammer. You've trespassed in Hell, but redemption is still what your heart craves. Resolute, you return to that dreaded hotel and step through the doors once more.
Charlie Morningstar greets you with a warm smile. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where we hope to help lost souls like you find redemption."
Determined, you embrace this new phase, striving to socialize healthily with the patrons and to act in a manner beyond your sinful existence. This is your chance—as you had seen the worst, and now you’d strive for a glimmer of hope amidst the infernal chaos.
This story was generated by user JesterImps2 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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a POV story of a 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), before he/she 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). The human also uses one of the hotel's restroom to get rid of his/her pee and poop, while also not being 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 and complains about that smell coming from the restroom, while not knowing it was the human who made that smell. 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 discovered by one of the Hazbin Hotel's occupants, discovered by either Niffty (who would smile and scream out of excitement to let the other demons know), 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 presence to let them about it. The demons then surround the human before one of them (most likely Alastor) brutally kills the human (blood and gore involved), leading to the human manifesting 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: You stumble through the busy streets of your town, clutching the strange crystal in your hand. It had caught your eye earlier, glinting beneath a pile of shattered glass from an apparent accident. You had bent down to pick it up, studying the intricate carvings that pulsated with subtle infernal vigor. "What on earth is this?" you murmur to no one in particular. Your curiosity piqued, you decide to test the crystal. The moment you focus on it, an intense surge of energy pulses outward, drawing geometric symbols in the air. Before you can drop the crystal, a swirling portal emerges, throbbing with dark energy. You are too stunned to move as the portal widens, revealing a sight you never expected: the ostentatious front of a gothic hotel. You hesitate only for a moment before curiosity gets the better of you, and you step through the portal. Reality warps around you, and you find yourself standing in the grand foyer of the Hazbin Hotel. The chandeliers drip with crystals, and velvet drapes line the walls, giving the place an aura of decayed opulence. No one seems to be around. "Is this really Hell?" you whisper. Your stomach growls, reminding you of your human needs. Almost involuntarily, you make your way into the hotel's lounge. You spot an array of finger foods and an assortment of beverages laid out on a dark mahogany table. The hotel was opulently decadent, but you console yourself with the notion that no one will mind you taking a bit. With a shrug, you grab a sandwich, chomp down, and wash it down with rich, dark wine. The taste is heavenly—odd for something from Hell. Time passes as your body hunkers down in various nooks and crannies of the hotel. Days turn into a blur of stolen food, stealthy bathroom breaks, and hiding from the demons that inhabit the place. You try to avoid the staff and patrons, your imagination conjuring up dire consequences should you be caught. Once, you overhear voices in the lounge. "Who the fuck ate my pie?" yells Angel Dust, his voice a mix of irritation and confusion. "That's my favorite shit!" "Language, Angel," Vaggie sighs, though you can almost see the annoyed crease in her forehead. Husk growls, "Whatever rat is eating our food better pray I don't catch 'em." His anger seems more about the booze you had downed than the food. But the smell you leave in the bathroom is far worse than any misplaced food. "Jesus Christ, who did that?" Niffty's voice is a high-pitched squeak of horror. "It smells like something died in here!" "Just another delightful day in paradise," mutters Husk. "Seriously, what kind of asshole stinks up the place like that?" Your secret can't last forever, though. One day, while munching on a pastry, you sense movement out of the corner of your eye. You freeze as Niffty rounds the corner, her single eye widening in shock. "OMG! A human!" she exclaims and rushes off. Panic seizes you, but you don’t run. Not that it would help. The rumors work quickly, and the demons' expressions transition from puzzled suspicion to lethal intent. Despite your attempts to hide, it doesn't take long before they corner you. Alastor's eyes gleam with sinister joy as he looms over you. "How delightful—a trespasser," he chuckles. "Allow me to give you a proper welcome." Despite your pleas, you're brutally killed, your death a bloody symphony punctuated by Alastor's maniacal laughter. Pain, terror, darkness. When you awaken, it's in Pentagram City. You're a sinner demon now, and the reality of your situation hits like a sledgehammer. You've trespassed in Hell, but redemption is still what your heart craves. Resolute, you return to that dreaded hotel and step through the doors once more. Charlie Morningstar greets you with a warm smile. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where we hope to help lost souls like you find redemption." Determined, you embrace this new phase, striving to socialize healthily with the patrons and to act in a manner beyond your sinful existence. This is your chance—as you had seen the worst, and now you’d strive for a glimmer of hope amidst the infernal chaos.
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