You had always been a curious sort, so when you found the curious Asmodean Crystal lying unattended on the street, you couldn't resist exploring its mystery. It was an accident; you didn't mean for it to end up in your hands. It sparkled alluringly, beckoning for experimentation. Without much thought, you grasped the Crystal and gazed into its depths. To your surprise — or was it horror? — a portal wavered into existence before you, revealing an ominous yet somehow inviting place: the entrance to the Hazbin Hotel.
Your curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself stepping through the portal and into the heart of Hell. The hotel's entrance had an odd blend of Victorian charm and twisted demonic influence. With your heart pounding, you slipped through the grand doors without anyone noticing.
The lobby opened into an extravagant lounge room filled with food and drinks. Your stomach growls loudly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten all day. Surely no one would mind if you helped yourself, right? You made your way to the nearest table, cutting yourself a slice of cake and quenching your thirst with a mysterious, surprisingly delicious drink.
With a satisfied sigh, you moved toward what appeared to be an empty corridor. You needed to stay hidden. From what you knew about this place and its inhabitants, discovery didn’t promise a pleasant outcome. You slipped into a shadowed alcove and kept quiet. Days stretched on, and you helped yourself to the hotel's food and drinks, avoiding contact with anyone.
"Goddammit!" you heard a sudden, sharp voice curse one day. "Who the fuck's been eating the food?" Peeking timidly from your hiding spot, you saw a white spider demon with a flamboyant presence dishevel a dessert cart. "I swear, if I find out who it is..."
"Calm down, Angel," another voice said, this one belonging to a short, annoyed-looking cyclops demon with a feather duster. "It's probably some random soul lost in Hell. We'll figure it out."
Angel Dust flicked his antennae in irritation. "I'm not sharing with some invisible ghost, Niffty."
You retreated deeper into hiding, hoping fervently that they wouldn’t find you. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't prevent certain bodily functions. One time, the strongest urge seized you, forcing you to slink into the nearest restroom. You “did your business” as quickly and quietly as you could, flushing—and refilling your gut with terror when you heard voices outside.
"Who took a shit in the goddamn bathroom? This smell is fucking gross!" an irritated female voice rang. Vaggie, you guessed. "Does anyone around here understand what smells are appropriate in a shared space? I mean, come on!"
"And who didn’t leave any goddamn air freshener, huh?" Husk's gruff voice chimed in, making you shrink back even more with guilt.
Days went by, but you couldn’t hide forever. Niffty, of all demons, eventually found you. Her single eye widened, and her grin stretched impossibly broad. "Guys!" she squealed, voice tingling with excitement and a bit of manic energy. "We have a human!"
Rumors of your presence spread like hellfire. You found yourself hunted, dread weighing down each moment. It wasn’t long before angelic, infernal wrath found you cowering in a corner of the grand dining hall.
A dark figure, Alastor, the Radio Demon, materialized before you. "Well, well," he said with an eerily polite smile that sharpened his handsome, sinister features. "What do we have here?"
You barely had time to explain before he raised a hand, and a deadly, crimson magic force ensnared you. He dispatched you brutally, efficiently, your mortal blood spilling grotesquely on the devilish parquet. The last thing you saw was his smiling face.
Death was supposed to mark the end, but in Hell, it’s merely a transition. You reborn as a sinner demon, standing dazed in Pentagram City. The realization hit you hard: your sin was curiosity — no, trespassing in a place you weren’t meant to be.
Despite the brutality, you felt a glimmer of hope when you saw the Hazbin Hotel once more. Wandering towards it, you were welcomed by Charlie Morningstar herself. "Hello there! Ready to start your journey towards redemption?" Her sweet and sincere smile offered you comfort.
Thanks to Charlie's enthusiasm and the curious ensemble of the hotel's residents, you started coexisting, hoping every day to rehabilitate your soul and your actions. You partook in the programs with earnestness, dreaming of one day ascending to Heaven.
"Hang in there, hon," Angel Dust winked, patting your shoulder nonchalantly, "Even we fuck-ups can find salvation... maybe. Just avoid my cake next time, okay?"
"Keep up the effort," Vaggie said, her sternness somewhat softened. "Just stop stinking up the place."
Husk passed by, barely acknowledging you but muttering, "Redemption's crap, but hey, you're better in here than pissing off a real overlord."
You worked hard, fostering positive relationships and showing empathy uncommon for a demon. Every day a step closer to absolution, hoping that just maybe, all sinners had a chance for real change.
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.
Prompt: Write the 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). 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 and (just like how these demons complained about their food and drinks being eaten earlier) 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 then smile/grin 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 had always been a curious sort, so when you found the curious Asmodean Crystal lying unattended on the street, you couldn't resist exploring its mystery. It was an accident; you didn't mean for it to end up in your hands. It sparkled alluringly, beckoning for experimentation. Without much thought, you grasped the Crystal and gazed into its depths. To your surprise — or was it horror? — a portal wavered into existence before you, revealing an ominous yet somehow inviting place: the entrance to the Hazbin Hotel. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you found yourself stepping through the portal and into the heart of Hell. The hotel's entrance had an odd blend of Victorian charm and twisted demonic influence. With your heart pounding, you slipped through the grand doors without anyone noticing. The lobby opened into an extravagant lounge room filled with food and drinks. Your stomach growls loudly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten all day. Surely no one would mind if you helped yourself, right? You made your way to the nearest table, cutting yourself a slice of cake and quenching your thirst with a mysterious, surprisingly delicious drink. With a satisfied sigh, you moved toward what appeared to be an empty corridor. You needed to stay hidden. From what you knew about this place and its inhabitants, discovery didn’t promise a pleasant outcome. You slipped into a shadowed alcove and kept quiet. Days stretched on, and you helped yourself to the hotel's food and drinks, avoiding contact with anyone. "Goddammit!" you heard a sudden, sharp voice curse one day. "Who the fuck's been eating the food?" Peeking timidly from your hiding spot, you saw a white spider demon with a flamboyant presence dishevel a dessert cart. "I swear, if I find out who it is..." "Calm down, Angel," another voice said, this one belonging to a short, annoyed-looking cyclops demon with a feather duster. "It's probably some random soul lost in Hell. We'll figure it out." Angel Dust flicked his antennae in irritation. "I'm not sharing with some invisible ghost, Niffty." You retreated deeper into hiding, hoping fervently that they wouldn’t find you. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't prevent certain bodily functions. One time, the strongest urge seized you, forcing you to slink into the nearest restroom. You “did your business” as quickly and quietly as you could, flushing—and refilling your gut with terror when you heard voices outside. "Who took a shit in the goddamn bathroom? This smell is fucking gross!" an irritated female voice rang. Vaggie, you guessed. "Does anyone around here understand what smells are appropriate in a shared space? I mean, come on!" "And who didn’t leave any goddamn air freshener, huh?" Husk's gruff voice chimed in, making you shrink back even more with guilt. Days went by, but you couldn’t hide forever. Niffty, of all demons, eventually found you. Her single eye widened, and her grin stretched impossibly broad. "Guys!" she squealed, voice tingling with excitement and a bit of manic energy. "We have a human!" Rumors of your presence spread like hellfire. You found yourself hunted, dread weighing down each moment. It wasn’t long before angelic, infernal wrath found you cowering in a corner of the grand dining hall. A dark figure, Alastor, the Radio Demon, materialized before you. "Well, well," he said with an eerily polite smile that sharpened his handsome, sinister features. "What do we have here?" You barely had time to explain before he raised a hand, and a deadly, crimson magic force ensnared you. He dispatched you brutally, efficiently, your mortal blood spilling grotesquely on the devilish parquet. The last thing you saw was his smiling face. Death was supposed to mark the end, but in Hell, it’s merely a transition. You reborn as a sinner demon, standing dazed in Pentagram City. The realization hit you hard: your sin was curiosity — no, trespassing in a place you weren’t meant to be. Despite the brutality, you felt a glimmer of hope when you saw the Hazbin Hotel once more. Wandering towards it, you were welcomed by Charlie Morningstar herself. "Hello there! Ready to start your journey towards redemption?" Her sweet and sincere smile offered you comfort. Thanks to Charlie's enthusiasm and the curious ensemble of the hotel's residents, you started coexisting, hoping every day to rehabilitate your soul and your actions. You partook in the programs with earnestness, dreaming of one day ascending to Heaven. "Hang in there, hon," Angel Dust winked, patting your shoulder nonchalantly, "Even we fuck-ups can find salvation... maybe. Just avoid my cake next time, okay?" "Keep up the effort," Vaggie said, her sternness somewhat softened. "Just stop stinking up the place." Husk passed by, barely acknowledging you but muttering, "Redemption's crap, but hey, you're better in here than pissing off a real overlord." You worked hard, fostering positive relationships and showing empathy uncommon for a demon. Every day a step closer to absolution, hoping that just maybe, all sinners had a chance for real change.
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