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Curiosity's Consequence: Human's Journey of Redemption in Hazbin Hotel

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The Asmodean Crystal glimmers, its facets brilliantly capturing the setting sun's rays. You pick it up, marveling at its alien beauty. No sort of gem or ornament you've come across has ever looked this way before. With innocent curiosity, you decide to test it out, but the minute you touch it more firmly, the crystal thrums with an eerie energy, opening a swirling portal to a place distinctly out-of-this-world. Before you know it, your fingers have crossed the threshold, pulling the rest of your reluctant body through.

On the other side, you stand before a tall, elaborate hotel that seems almost alive in its conglomeration of architectural styles and influences. The mish-mash of steampunk elements and classic designs blend into a surreal tapestry that suggests you're very far from home. Arrows and neon signs boldly display this as the Hazbin Hotel.

Everything about this place screams otherworldly, yet the anticipation outweighs your better judgment, leaving your curiosity insatiable. You approach the double doors with stained glass windows, which are marked with the sorts of scars and wear one would expect from a bomb site. Despite the disrepair, there’s a distinct allure to the decaying grandeur.

Embarking into the lobby, you breathe in an air not too dissimilar to an old mansion: dusty, stale, and yet hauntingly hospitable. The formerly derelict spaces now showcase restored lavish furniture, poised in ornate yet slightly askew arrangements. Your stomach growls loudly enough to echo, reminding you of your neglected hunger.

You look both ways, ensuring no one is around to witness as you make your way to a table in the lounge, which holds a myriad of strange, but appetizing foods. Chomping down quickly on the eclectic morsels and swigging some mysterious drink, you wrongfully assume it's a complimentary spread for all guests. Little do you realize it's the resident demons’ stash.

Each bite brings growing fear of discovery, pushing you to seek refuge somewhere else in the hotel, hopefully out of anyone’s sight. You hear distant chatter, some squeals and curses in unseen corners, the occupants presumably unaware of your presence—for now.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, who the hell ate my food?” a voice complains from a nearby corridor. You can’t help but snicker quietly at the flaring anger while muffling your amusement with your hand. You recognize the voice distinctly as Vaggie’s. More gruff language follows from another source.

“This is bullshit! I swear, I’m gonna kill whoever ate my shit!” Husk growls, forcing a silent giggle from your hiding spot. The shared anger simmering across these demons seems disproportionately hilarious for your curious but ultimately innocent act.

But your laugh, though stifled, catches their heightened senses. You remain undetected, but the knowledge of something—or someone—amiss begins to ripple through the infernal ranks.

It isn’t long until a gnawing need emerges stronger than the one for food—a desperate bathroom break. Navigating the hallways, you find what looks like a restroom. Quickly, you relieve yourself, trying to be respectful, but ultimately leaving an unmistakable odor.

“Who the fuck took a dump? It smells like death's asshole in here!” you overhear Angel Dust’s unmistakable voice complain at an impressively high volume. Yet again, you can’t help but hold back laughter, even as you feel guilt gnawing at you for causing such distress and humorous dismay.

Despite your intrusion stretching out over what seems an accumulation of minutes to days, you’re astounded you've managed to yet remain hidden. Yet, as you wander one of the dim corridors, a rush of wind and the fluttering of paper announces the entrance of a small, hyperactive demoness.

“Whoa! A human! Hey, hey, everyone, we got a living, breathing human here!” Niffty's high-pitched resonance fills the hallway as her excitement quickly turns the tide of your concealment into pure disarray.

Commotion explodes through the hotel. You try to backtrack, find a new hiding spot, but it's too late. More demons circle—Alastor, Angel Dust, Vaggie—each one progressively sealing your fate. Alastor steps forward with a disconcerting smile.

"Would you look at that? Our dear guest... trespassing. How shall we dispatch him, folks?" Alastor’s conviviality juxtaposes frightfully with the malevolence of his intent.

The subsequent moments blur into chaos. You're overwhelmed, taken by Alastor's harrowing magic, the agony pulling you apart until consciousness fades…

——

You open your eyes, slowly realizing you're standing amidst Pentagram City. Your body feels different now—demonic, changed irrevocably by your sin of innocent curiosity. The sprawling, hellish landscape confirms your fears: you’re no longer human.

Seeking a path to something more than eternal damnation, you gravitate back to where it all began; humble, but determined, you approach the Hazbin Hotel once again.

Charlie Morningstar, with an inviting softness amidst her scattered yet resolute persona, greets you warmly. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Here you’ll have the chance to make things right and redeem yourself."

Nervously, but with an rekindled hope, you step inside the lobby, now as a penitent sinner. You pledge silently to mend your ways and engage positively with your fellow occupants, hoping for a way out of Hell’s relentless grasp and a future redemption in Heaven.

Who would have thought an innocent curiosity had led you this far, with a second chance arising from the infernal consequences of your timid trespass? Now the journey towards redemption truly begins.

This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli 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 and enters inside the Hazbin Hotel without the hotel's staff or guests/clients/patrons knowing. Here is what the hotel looks like; The Hazbin Hotel exterior is a tall, elaborate amalgamation of arched windows and turrets, one of which seems to be broken. It appears to be at least seven stories tall, with at least five of which being guest floors. Remnants of an airship, an ocean liner, a sailing ship and a carousel litter both sides and appear to have been incorporated into the structure of the building itself; there is also a train with some tracks looping the first and second floor exterior. Located on the top right of the building is a small radio broadcasting room, which is used as the work area for Alastor. Many signs are displayed outside the hotel: One atop the entrance reminiscent of the Hazbin Hotel logo, a large pink one atop the building with the hotel's name in lights, a neon 'HOTEL' sign at the bottom right and atop the building where Alastor's broadcast room is located, a small 'On-Air' sign is visible. Also located on the outer facade are various arrows pointing to the entrance and the broadcast room. The entrance has a tented cover with a booth in the center reminiscent of a circus or theater ticket booth. On either side of the booth are a set of double doors that have stained glass; in the pilot, they once depicted an apple on each one but were destroyed by an explosion due to Sir Pentious blowing up the doors with his airship (prior to Sir Pentious changing ways to become a nicer person before redeeming himself and becoming a saint angel (after his willing sacrifice against the series' main antagonist Adam (the exorcist angel) just before Adam is defeated by Lucifer Morningstar and killed by Niffty) in the season 1's finale episode "The Show Must Go On"). The hotel's interior (prior to this story) was shown to be in a state of disrepair, with wooden boards covering shattered windows, signs warning of asbestos, bloodied tools left lying around, and paintings are shown hanging off the walls (however, just after the season 1's finale episode "The Show Must Go On", these have been fixed after the hotel was rebuilt by Charlie's father Lucifer Morningstar). Much of the furniture in the lobby are strewn around haphazardly or remain boxed up in several large wooden crates. The bar uses skeletons, snakes, and bones as general themes, along with card suits and candles, and advertises itself as a casino. The area the bar in has glowing green wooden walls instead of the usual red wallpaper, with a "Jackpot" sign on the left wall and a Beelzejuice neon sign on the right wall. The word "concierge" can be presumed to be shown above the bar, and Alastor calls it the front desk when talking to Husk, suggesting that it is also the check-in counter. Despite the shabby and poor condition of the hotel, the overall theme of the building remains ornate and regal, with stained glass windows, lavish furniture, and generous usage of gold. Like the rest of Hell, the hotel has a largely red color scheme. There are many apple, snake and circus motifs throughout the hotel's interior, in reference to Charlie Morningstar's royal family, or more specifically, Lucifer Morningstar. Eyes are also a recurring theme throughout the building, appearing on the frame of almost every single painting and several vases and jars. The room the two women (Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie) share is rather large, with a regal look and a large bed, and has a window with a view of Pentagram City. Angel Dust's room has striped wallpaper, a vanity, mirrors, a place to put his wigs, and a bed with several pillows of various design, while beside it is a small bed for Fat Nuggets shaped like a pink heart with a small pillow on top, and with both beds on a single platform with neon lights. The wall behind the bed has photos of him, Cherri, and Fat Nuggets, as well as a couple of his film posters, while the bedside wall has neon lights shaped like webs. The door to his room has neon lights shaped like webs with hearts, and has three photos of him and his friends, and Fat Nuggets. Alastor's room has a mixture between both traditional décor and the fantastical, with one half being a classic "fancy study", complete with tasteful wallpaper and furnishings, the other half being a literal swamp conjured as a dining area. Sir Pentious' room (prior to Sir Pentious' death and sacrifice in the season 1's finale episode "The Show Must Go On") shared his (Sir Pentious') airship's steampunk aesthetics of golden cogs and gears and a red and black color scheme, while his bed was a circular mattress lined with pillows; this room is now currently vacant due to Sir Pentious' invented sacrifice. After going through the hotel's doors, the human finds finds himself/herself in the hotel's lounge room before finding the food and drinks on the table and consumes some of them (he wrongly believes no one will mind this, wrongly believing that the food are for everyone to eat and drink), since he/she is both hungry and thirsty (because he/she has not eaten for a day, so 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, but the smell is not too terrible (and not that different from Earth and is identical to the smell back on Earth) to the human unlike to the demons, which to them smells very bad), while these demons 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: The Asmodean Crystal glimmers, its facets brilliantly capturing the setting sun's rays. You pick it up, marveling at its alien beauty. No sort of gem or ornament you've come across has ever looked this way before. With innocent curiosity, you decide to test it out, but the minute you touch it more firmly, the crystal thrums with an eerie energy, opening a swirling portal to a place distinctly out-of-this-world. Before you know it, your fingers have crossed the threshold, pulling the rest of your reluctant body through. On the other side, you stand before a tall, elaborate hotel that seems almost alive in its conglomeration of architectural styles and influences. The mish-mash of steampunk elements and classic designs blend into a surreal tapestry that suggests you're very far from home. Arrows and neon signs boldly display this as the Hazbin Hotel. Everything about this place screams otherworldly, yet the anticipation outweighs your better judgment, leaving your curiosity insatiable. You approach the double doors with stained glass windows, which are marked with the sorts of scars and wear one would expect from a bomb site. Despite the disrepair, there’s a distinct allure to the decaying grandeur. Embarking into the lobby, you breathe in an air not too dissimilar to an old mansion: dusty, stale, and yet hauntingly hospitable. The formerly derelict spaces now showcase restored lavish furniture, poised in ornate yet slightly askew arrangements. Your stomach growls loudly enough to echo, reminding you of your neglected hunger. You look both ways, ensuring no one is around to witness as you make your way to a table in the lounge, which holds a myriad of strange, but appetizing foods. Chomping down quickly on the eclectic morsels and swigging some mysterious drink, you wrongfully assume it's a complimentary spread for all guests. Little do you realize it's the resident demons’ stash. Each bite brings growing fear of discovery, pushing you to seek refuge somewhere else in the hotel, hopefully out of anyone’s sight. You hear distant chatter, some squeals and curses in unseen corners, the occupants presumably unaware of your presence—for now. “Oh for fuck’s sake, who the hell ate my food?” a voice complains from a nearby corridor. You can’t help but snicker quietly at the flaring anger while muffling your amusement with your hand. You recognize the voice distinctly as Vaggie’s. More gruff language follows from another source. “This is bullshit! I swear, I’m gonna kill whoever ate my shit!” Husk growls, forcing a silent giggle from your hiding spot. The shared anger simmering across these demons seems disproportionately hilarious for your curious but ultimately innocent act. But your laugh, though stifled, catches their heightened senses. You remain undetected, but the knowledge of something—or someone—amiss begins to ripple through the infernal ranks. It isn’t long until a gnawing need emerges stronger than the one for food—a desperate bathroom break. Navigating the hallways, you find what looks like a restroom. Quickly, you relieve yourself, trying to be respectful, but ultimately leaving an unmistakable odor. “Who the fuck took a dump? It smells like death's asshole in here!” you overhear Angel Dust’s unmistakable voice complain at an impressively high volume. Yet again, you can’t help but hold back laughter, even as you feel guilt gnawing at you for causing such distress and humorous dismay. Despite your intrusion stretching out over what seems an accumulation of minutes to days, you’re astounded you've managed to yet remain hidden. Yet, as you wander one of the dim corridors, a rush of wind and the fluttering of paper announces the entrance of a small, hyperactive demoness. “Whoa! A human! Hey, hey, everyone, we got a living, breathing human here!” Niffty's high-pitched resonance fills the hallway as her excitement quickly turns the tide of your concealment into pure disarray. Commotion explodes through the hotel. You try to backtrack, find a new hiding spot, but it's too late. More demons circle—Alastor, Angel Dust, Vaggie—each one progressively sealing your fate. Alastor steps forward with a disconcerting smile. "Would you look at that? Our dear guest... trespassing. How shall we dispatch him, folks?" Alastor’s conviviality juxtaposes frightfully with the malevolence of his intent. The subsequent moments blur into chaos. You're overwhelmed, taken by Alastor's harrowing magic, the agony pulling you apart until consciousness fades… —— You open your eyes, slowly realizing you're standing amidst Pentagram City. Your body feels different now—demonic, changed irrevocably by your sin of innocent curiosity. The sprawling, hellish landscape confirms your fears: you’re no longer human. Seeking a path to something more than eternal damnation, you gravitate back to where it all began; humble, but determined, you approach the Hazbin Hotel once again. Charlie Morningstar, with an inviting softness amidst her scattered yet resolute persona, greets you warmly. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Here you’ll have the chance to make things right and redeem yourself." Nervously, but with an rekindled hope, you step inside the lobby, now as a penitent sinner. You pledge silently to mend your ways and engage positively with your fellow occupants, hoping for a way out of Hell’s relentless grasp and a future redemption in Heaven. Who would have thought an innocent curiosity had led you this far, with a second chance arising from the infernal consequences of your timid trespass? Now the journey towards redemption truly begins.

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