It was a quiet afternoon when your life turned unexpectedly down a path you couldn't begin to comprehend. You had always prided yourself on your curiosity, always looking around corners and picking up strange, discarded objects. You couldn't have known what you've stumbled upon as you noticed the peculiar, luminous Asmodean Crystal lying on the ground, shimmering in an almost hypnotic way.
It looked pretty ordinary and innocuous at first — well, for something glowing and humming with an unnatural energy. "What's the worst that could happen?" you murmured to yourself with a curious smile, deciding to tap into the crystal's power. As soon as you did, everything around you shifted and warped. An intense, cold breeze blew through the air as a portal formed in front of you, swirling with dark, crimson energies.
Certainly, you could have stepped back; you could have resisted the temptation. But your curiosity got the better of you. The sight of the kaleidoscopic tunnel, combined with the alluring unknown, was too much to resist.
Stepping through the portal, the world changed. You found yourself standing in front of probably the most bizarre and elaborate structure you had ever seen: The Hazbin Hotel. Despite the encompassing dread creeping into your bones, the odd beauty of the hotel held you in its grip, and you couldn't help but make your way to the front doors.
Pushing the grand double doors open, you marveled at the intricate gothic architecture surrounding you. The hotel's interior, adorned with a lavish yet eerie design, called to mind ancient, twisted versions of something from a different reality. Your stomach growled, and thirst stung at your throat as your eyes landed on a table set with food and drinks. With innocence and hunger guiding you, you smiled and approached the spread. You assured yourself it must be for everyone, right?
Nibbling on some unknown pastries and sipping some odd-looking but strangely delightful drinks, you felt a pang of guilt. The comfort of satisfying your hunger and thirst drowned the tiniest voice of caution still within you. Once you had your fill, you moved on to explore, trying to avoid discovery from anyone who might have been around.
Time passed quietly but tensely, and days turned into a fascinating adventure of stealth. It wasn't until you felt the pressing need for a restroom that things took a wild turn. You found one and, out of necessity, used it. The smell was rank, unlike anything you had smelled before, yet it hardly fazed you. But it seemed demons had a different set of olfactory standards.
"Who the fuck left this smell in here?!" Angel Dust's voice echoed through the halls, high-pitched and seething with annoyance.
"This is beyond disgusting! Who did this?" Vaggie's frustration followed.
Even the typically indifferent Husk chimed in with a grumble, "Could we not get through one day without some asshole screwing things up?"
Listening from your hiding place, you couldn't suppress a quiet snicker. The situation was so absurd it felt unreal, even though guilt gnawed at you. You hadn't meant to upset anyone, and you certainly hadn't meant to disrupt hellish demons' routines.
Your long game of hide and seek seemed eternal, but you're bound to make a mistake sooner or later. One fateful day, Niffty squealed with excitement. "Oh my gosh, who are you?!" She practically bounced in delight upon discovering you, her enthusiasm tipping off the others.
"What do you mean?” Vaggie immediately appeared, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"It's a human!" Niffty clapped her hands.
The word quickly spread, and inevitably, you were cornered by the many residents. Shaking in fear, you faced them, your mind muddled with thoughts of your fatal curiosity. Alastor, the smiling demon, looked particularly interested.
"Well, well, well,” Alastor’s grin widened unnervingly. “A human in Hell! How delightful. We don't get fresh meat here often."
Before you could even begin to defend yourself, Alastor raised his hand, dark magic swirling around him. The last thing you saw was his smile stretching wider as pain seared through every part of your body. Your consciousness faded into nothingness.
How long you drifted in the void, you couldn’t tell. The next moment of awareness was both familiar and alien. Pentagram City lay around you. You stood, but not as you were. A quick glance at a reflective surface told you that you had transformed — you were now a sinner demon, condemned to this hellish plane for trespassing.
The realization didn’t break you. Instead, you recalled Charlie Morningstar's rehabilitating efforts. The Hazbin Hotel was still there, and so you walked back, your hopes for redemption rekindled.
Entering the hotel this time was different. Charlie greeted you with a warm, hopeful smile. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone deserves a second chance.”
Surrounded by others seeking redemption, you found solace among them. Despite everything, your journey was just beginning anew — this time, with a clear mission not driven by reckless curiosity but by the hope for true redemption.
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.
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. Here is what the Hazbin 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 (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: It was a quiet afternoon when your life turned unexpectedly down a path you couldn't begin to comprehend. You had always prided yourself on your curiosity, always looking around corners and picking up strange, discarded objects. You couldn't have known what you've stumbled upon as you noticed the peculiar, luminous Asmodean Crystal lying on the ground, shimmering in an almost hypnotic way. It looked pretty ordinary and innocuous at first — well, for something glowing and humming with an unnatural energy. "What's the worst that could happen?" you murmured to yourself with a curious smile, deciding to tap into the crystal's power. As soon as you did, everything around you shifted and warped. An intense, cold breeze blew through the air as a portal formed in front of you, swirling with dark, crimson energies. Certainly, you could have stepped back; you could have resisted the temptation. But your curiosity got the better of you. The sight of the kaleidoscopic tunnel, combined with the alluring unknown, was too much to resist. Stepping through the portal, the world changed. You found yourself standing in front of probably the most bizarre and elaborate structure you had ever seen: The Hazbin Hotel. Despite the encompassing dread creeping into your bones, the odd beauty of the hotel held you in its grip, and you couldn't help but make your way to the front doors. Pushing the grand double doors open, you marveled at the intricate gothic architecture surrounding you. The hotel's interior, adorned with a lavish yet eerie design, called to mind ancient, twisted versions of something from a different reality. Your stomach growled, and thirst stung at your throat as your eyes landed on a table set with food and drinks. With innocence and hunger guiding you, you smiled and approached the spread. You assured yourself it must be for everyone, right? Nibbling on some unknown pastries and sipping some odd-looking but strangely delightful drinks, you felt a pang of guilt. The comfort of satisfying your hunger and thirst drowned the tiniest voice of caution still within you. Once you had your fill, you moved on to explore, trying to avoid discovery from anyone who might have been around. Time passed quietly but tensely, and days turned into a fascinating adventure of stealth. It wasn't until you felt the pressing need for a restroom that things took a wild turn. You found one and, out of necessity, used it. The smell was rank, unlike anything you had smelled before, yet it hardly fazed you. But it seemed demons had a different set of olfactory standards. "Who the fuck left this smell in here?!" Angel Dust's voice echoed through the halls, high-pitched and seething with annoyance. "This is beyond disgusting! Who did this?" Vaggie's frustration followed. Even the typically indifferent Husk chimed in with a grumble, "Could we not get through one day without some asshole screwing things up?" Listening from your hiding place, you couldn't suppress a quiet snicker. The situation was so absurd it felt unreal, even though guilt gnawed at you. You hadn't meant to upset anyone, and you certainly hadn't meant to disrupt hellish demons' routines. Your long game of hide and seek seemed eternal, but you're bound to make a mistake sooner or later. One fateful day, Niffty squealed with excitement. "Oh my gosh, who are you?!" She practically bounced in delight upon discovering you, her enthusiasm tipping off the others. "What do you mean?” Vaggie immediately appeared, eyes narrowing dangerously. "It's a human!" Niffty clapped her hands. The word quickly spread, and inevitably, you were cornered by the many residents. Shaking in fear, you faced them, your mind muddled with thoughts of your fatal curiosity. Alastor, the smiling demon, looked particularly interested. "Well, well, well,” Alastor’s grin widened unnervingly. “A human in Hell! How delightful. We don't get fresh meat here often." Before you could even begin to defend yourself, Alastor raised his hand, dark magic swirling around him. The last thing you saw was his smile stretching wider as pain seared through every part of your body. Your consciousness faded into nothingness. How long you drifted in the void, you couldn’t tell. The next moment of awareness was both familiar and alien. Pentagram City lay around you. You stood, but not as you were. A quick glance at a reflective surface told you that you had transformed — you were now a sinner demon, condemned to this hellish plane for trespassing. The realization didn’t break you. Instead, you recalled Charlie Morningstar's rehabilitating efforts. The Hazbin Hotel was still there, and so you walked back, your hopes for redemption rekindled. Entering the hotel this time was different. Charlie greeted you with a warm, hopeful smile. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Surrounded by others seeking redemption, you found solace among them. Despite everything, your journey was just beginning anew — this time, with a clear mission not driven by reckless curiosity but by the hope for true redemption.
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