"Asmodean's Redemption: Human's Journey Through Hazbin Hotel"
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You're walking through the dense woods that border your small town, your mind drifting as you crunch over fallen leaves. You’ve always been one for exploration, the thrill of finding something new or hidden propelling you forward. Today, a glimmer of something unusual catches your eye—an odd, crimson crystal half-buried under the foliage. Curiosity tingles in your fingertips as you lean down and pick it up, turning it over in your hands. It's warm to the touch, pulsating with an energy that's both mesmerizing and ominous.
You’ve never seen anything quite like it. The crystal seems to have an almost hypnotic pull, as though it’s inviting you to unlock its secrets. With a deep breath, you decide to test it out. What’s the worst that could happen? Turning the crystal in your hand, you feel a pulse of energy surge through you as a portal bursts open in front of you, tearing through the fabric of reality.
Haze and crimson light pour from the portal, opening into what looks like the entrance of a strange building. "Hazbin Hotel" reads a neon sign overhead. Your heart pounds as curiosity overrides your better judgment, and you step through the portal.
The heat of Hell brushes over your skin, but the hotel’s bizarre charm is irresistible. Entering through the grand, slightly tattered doors, you find yourself in a lavish lounge room. Your stomach growls, reminding you that it’s been hours since your last meal. Laid out on a nearby table is an array of foods and drinks that look too tempting to resist. You quickly devour a sandwich and wash it down with what you assume is some kind of demonic soda. Surely, no one will mind, right?
After your feast, a different urgency takes over. You navigate your way to a bathroom, relieving yourself for what seems like forever. When you’re done, you flush and wash your hands, but notice the awful smell lingers despite your efforts. You sneak back into the hallway and find a place to hide, hoping no one will discover your intrusion.
As days pass, you manage to avoid the hotel's diverse and terrifying residents. You overhear conversations, learning their names and quirks. Vaggie’s voice is particularly distinct, often laced with frustration. "Who the fuck ate my damn sandwich?!" you hear her shout one evening.
Angel Dust’s drawl is unmistakable too. "Hey, if someone’s stealing food, they’re probably just hungry. Big deal. We live in Hell, Vaggie. Calm your tits."
Husk’s voice is a gravelly grumble. "If I catch the asshole who did this, there’s gonna be hell to pay."
You shiver with fear, desperately hoping to remain undiscovered.
One day, you’re hiding in a closet when you hear someone entering the room. You silently curse your bad luck as you press yourself against the wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The door creaks open and you catch sight of Niffty, her single eye darting around curiously, her small frame jittering with energy. She opens the closet door and gasps with a delighted scream. “Oh my gosh, a human!” she squeals with a grin, jumping up and down in excitement. “Guys! Guys! There’s a human here!”
Your heart sinks as footsteps rush towards the room. You bolt, trying to find a new hiding spot, but it’s too late. The demons surround you, their faces a mixture of shock and anger.
Alastor, the Radio Demon, steps forward, his grin unsettling. “Well now, look at what we have here.” His voice is smooth but filled with dark promise.
Before you can even plead for mercy, Alastor waves a hand and you feel excruciating pain. Darkness overtakes you as you realize your horrifying fate.
When you wake, your skin feels different, as if it isn’t quite yours. You’re no longer in the hotel, but in the chaotic expanse of Pentagram City. You look down, noticing your form is now a sinner demon.
Trembling, you make your way back to the Hazbin Hotel. You now understand the gravity of your situation—you’re trapped in Hell, but you desperately crave redemption. Tentatively, you cross the threshold of the hotel again.
Charlie Morningstar approaches you, her smile warm and inviting. “Welcome! You look like you could use some help. Don’t worry, you’re in the right place.”
You nod, feeling a spark of hope. “I want to be redeemed. I want to get out of here, be good.”
She pats your hand reassuringly. “We’ll help you. One step at a time.”
As you integrate into the daily life of the hotel, embracing the rehabilitation program, you strive to make amends and interact positively with everyone. Conversations become easier, your goals clearer. The path to redemption is long, but at least you’re no longer alone.
For the first time since you stumbled upon that cursed crystal, you feel as though you’re part of something—a chance at salvation in the most unlikely of places.
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 the human, who finds the 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). The human 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 and complains 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. 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/her 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) either through black magic or cannibalism. 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: You're walking through the dense woods that border your small town, your mind drifting as you crunch over fallen leaves. You’ve always been one for exploration, the thrill of finding something new or hidden propelling you forward. Today, a glimmer of something unusual catches your eye—an odd, crimson crystal half-buried under the foliage. Curiosity tingles in your fingertips as you lean down and pick it up, turning it over in your hands. It's warm to the touch, pulsating with an energy that's both mesmerizing and ominous. You’ve never seen anything quite like it. The crystal seems to have an almost hypnotic pull, as though it’s inviting you to unlock its secrets. With a deep breath, you decide to test it out. What’s the worst that could happen? Turning the crystal in your hand, you feel a pulse of energy surge through you as a portal bursts open in front of you, tearing through the fabric of reality. Haze and crimson light pour from the portal, opening into what looks like the entrance of a strange building. "Hazbin Hotel" reads a neon sign overhead. Your heart pounds as curiosity overrides your better judgment, and you step through the portal. The heat of Hell brushes over your skin, but the hotel’s bizarre charm is irresistible. Entering through the grand, slightly tattered doors, you find yourself in a lavish lounge room. Your stomach growls, reminding you that it’s been hours since your last meal. Laid out on a nearby table is an array of foods and drinks that look too tempting to resist. You quickly devour a sandwich and wash it down with what you assume is some kind of demonic soda. Surely, no one will mind, right? After your feast, a different urgency takes over. You navigate your way to a bathroom, relieving yourself for what seems like forever. When you’re done, you flush and wash your hands, but notice the awful smell lingers despite your efforts. You sneak back into the hallway and find a place to hide, hoping no one will discover your intrusion. As days pass, you manage to avoid the hotel's diverse and terrifying residents. You overhear conversations, learning their names and quirks. Vaggie’s voice is particularly distinct, often laced with frustration. "Who the fuck ate my damn sandwich?!" you hear her shout one evening. Angel Dust’s drawl is unmistakable too. "Hey, if someone’s stealing food, they’re probably just hungry. Big deal. We live in Hell, Vaggie. Calm your tits." Husk’s voice is a gravelly grumble. "If I catch the asshole who did this, there’s gonna be hell to pay." You shiver with fear, desperately hoping to remain undiscovered. One day, you’re hiding in a closet when you hear someone entering the room. You silently curse your bad luck as you press yourself against the wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The door creaks open and you catch sight of Niffty, her single eye darting around curiously, her small frame jittering with energy. She opens the closet door and gasps with a delighted scream. “Oh my gosh, a human!” she squeals with a grin, jumping up and down in excitement. “Guys! Guys! There’s a human here!” Your heart sinks as footsteps rush towards the room. You bolt, trying to find a new hiding spot, but it’s too late. The demons surround you, their faces a mixture of shock and anger. Alastor, the Radio Demon, steps forward, his grin unsettling. “Well now, look at what we have here.” His voice is smooth but filled with dark promise. Before you can even plead for mercy, Alastor waves a hand and you feel excruciating pain. Darkness overtakes you as you realize your horrifying fate. When you wake, your skin feels different, as if it isn’t quite yours. You’re no longer in the hotel, but in the chaotic expanse of Pentagram City. You look down, noticing your form is now a sinner demon. Trembling, you make your way back to the Hazbin Hotel. You now understand the gravity of your situation—you’re trapped in Hell, but you desperately crave redemption. Tentatively, you cross the threshold of the hotel again. Charlie Morningstar approaches you, her smile warm and inviting. “Welcome! You look like you could use some help. Don’t worry, you’re in the right place.” You nod, feeling a spark of hope. “I want to be redeemed. I want to get out of here, be good.” She pats your hand reassuringly. “We’ll help you. One step at a time.” As you integrate into the daily life of the hotel, embracing the rehabilitation program, you strive to make amends and interact positively with everyone. Conversations become easier, your goals clearer. The path to redemption is long, but at least you’re no longer alone. For the first time since you stumbled upon that cursed crystal, you feel as though you’re part of something—a chance at salvation in the most unlikely of places.
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