"Curiosity's Curse: Human's Journey Through the Hazbin Hotel"
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The day had started like any other, a blend of routine and mundanity, but by the end of it, you would be one step closer to a world you never believed existed. Stumbling across the Asmodean Crystal in an old alleyway was an unexpected turn of events. It shimmered enticingly, almost beckoning you to pick it up. Your curiosity, insatiable as always, got the better of you. What harm could it be, you thought as you tested the crystal’s magic? Once the Asmodean Crystal began to glow, you were immediately proven wrong.
A portal opened before you, an ominous red rift tearing the fabric of reality itself. Yet, before you stood the entrance to what looked like an opulent but eerie hotel - the Hazbin Hotel. You didn't hesitate, driven by pure curiosity, unaware of the potential consequences of your actions. You stepped through, hoping it was the new adventure you’d been yearning for.
Inside, the hotel was a mix of old-world charm and modern decadence. Lavish decor, red hues, and odd artifacts lined the halls.
Hunger clawed at your stomach, and thirst burned your throat when you reached the hotel's lounge room. The spread of food and drinks before you looked too tempting to resist. Assuming no one would mind, you helped yourself. The taste was unlike anything you had before, rich and otherworldly. You consumed more than your fill, appreciating every morsel.
Fear of discovery settled in as you tested the boundaries of your curiosity. You retreated into the shadows, hoping to evade the hotel’s residents. For days, you moved silently through the grand corridors, your footsteps ghostly whispers. You used the restroom for your natural needs but left an odious trail that even those beneath the soil should smell.
“Who the fuck didn’t flush properly?” Angel Dust’s voice echoed in the hallway one day. “Oh hell no, it smells like something crawled up in there and died!”
“Probably one of the damn clients,” Husk growled, equally unpleasant from the stench.
“It wasn’t me. Maybe it was you, Husk!” Vaggie quipped, nose scrunched in disgust.
They argued amongst themselves, unaware of your presence lingering in the shadows. The days stretched on, your heart racing each time you narrowly avoided detection. You had managed to survive, but your luck was running out.
On what you now realized was your final day as a free human, one of the hotel’s hijinks found you. Niffty, the little cyclops demon, discovered your hiding spot. Her single eye widened with glee. “Eeee! There’s a human here!” she screamed in excitement. Her voice rang through the halls like an alarm, drawing the attention of everyone.
Panic seized you, but there was nowhere to run. You were quickly discovered by the rest of the hotel's inhabitants.
“What’s this, a lost little lamb?” Alastor’s voice was mockingly sweet, the smile on his face betraying sinister intentions.
You tried to explain, stammering in fear, but they closed in on you. “Please... I was just curious, I didn’t mean any harm,” you begged, but Alastor’s laughter chilled your very soul.
Before you knew it, the demons surrounded you, and Alastor’s magic took hold. The pain was excruciating, your body torn apart until sweet oblivion claimed you.
When you next opened your eyes, the realm of Hell stretched around you, dark and eternal. You were no longer human, your form twisted into that of a sinner demon. Disoriented and terrified, yet with no other options, you wandered through the Pride Ring, eventually finding yourself back at the one place you knew – the Hazbin Hotel.
Charlie Morningstar greeted you warmly, her kind demeanor a stark contrast to the horrors you had experienced. “Welcome back,” she said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
You nodded slightly, guilt and hope swirling within you. Redemption seemed a distant dream but a dream you fiercely clung to. The citizens of this unholy realm were skeptical, but Charlie’s optimism gave you a glimmer of hope.
As days turned into weeks, you earnestly participated in the hotel’s rehabilitation program. You avoided sin, embraced kindness, and slowly, the other patrons began to accept you. Conversations grew warmer, and socializing became a daily routine.
Only time would tell if you could truly be redeemed, if Heaven would finally admit a sinner. For now, your new life in the Hazbin Hotel was a testament to the persistent hope for redemption, no matter how far one had fallen.
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 the POV story of a 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: The day had started like any other, a blend of routine and mundanity, but by the end of it, you would be one step closer to a world you never believed existed. Stumbling across the Asmodean Crystal in an old alleyway was an unexpected turn of events. It shimmered enticingly, almost beckoning you to pick it up. Your curiosity, insatiable as always, got the better of you. What harm could it be, you thought as you tested the crystal’s magic? Once the Asmodean Crystal began to glow, you were immediately proven wrong. A portal opened before you, an ominous red rift tearing the fabric of reality itself. Yet, before you stood the entrance to what looked like an opulent but eerie hotel - the Hazbin Hotel. You didn't hesitate, driven by pure curiosity, unaware of the potential consequences of your actions. You stepped through, hoping it was the new adventure you’d been yearning for. Inside, the hotel was a mix of old-world charm and modern decadence. Lavish decor, red hues, and odd artifacts lined the halls. Hunger clawed at your stomach, and thirst burned your throat when you reached the hotel's lounge room. The spread of food and drinks before you looked too tempting to resist. Assuming no one would mind, you helped yourself. The taste was unlike anything you had before, rich and otherworldly. You consumed more than your fill, appreciating every morsel. Fear of discovery settled in as you tested the boundaries of your curiosity. You retreated into the shadows, hoping to evade the hotel’s residents. For days, you moved silently through the grand corridors, your footsteps ghostly whispers. You used the restroom for your natural needs but left an odious trail that even those beneath the soil should smell. “Who the fuck didn’t flush properly?” Angel Dust’s voice echoed in the hallway one day. “Oh hell no, it smells like something crawled up in there and died!” “Probably one of the damn clients,” Husk growled, equally unpleasant from the stench. “It wasn’t me. Maybe it was you, Husk!” Vaggie quipped, nose scrunched in disgust. They argued amongst themselves, unaware of your presence lingering in the shadows. The days stretched on, your heart racing each time you narrowly avoided detection. You had managed to survive, but your luck was running out. On what you now realized was your final day as a free human, one of the hotel’s hijinks found you. Niffty, the little cyclops demon, discovered your hiding spot. Her single eye widened with glee. “Eeee! There’s a human here!” she screamed in excitement. Her voice rang through the halls like an alarm, drawing the attention of everyone. Panic seized you, but there was nowhere to run. You were quickly discovered by the rest of the hotel's inhabitants. “What’s this, a lost little lamb?” Alastor’s voice was mockingly sweet, the smile on his face betraying sinister intentions. You tried to explain, stammering in fear, but they closed in on you. “Please... I was just curious, I didn’t mean any harm,” you begged, but Alastor’s laughter chilled your very soul. Before you knew it, the demons surrounded you, and Alastor’s magic took hold. The pain was excruciating, your body torn apart until sweet oblivion claimed you. When you next opened your eyes, the realm of Hell stretched around you, dark and eternal. You were no longer human, your form twisted into that of a sinner demon. Disoriented and terrified, yet with no other options, you wandered through the Pride Ring, eventually finding yourself back at the one place you knew – the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie Morningstar greeted you warmly, her kind demeanor a stark contrast to the horrors you had experienced. “Welcome back,” she said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You nodded slightly, guilt and hope swirling within you. Redemption seemed a distant dream but a dream you fiercely clung to. The citizens of this unholy realm were skeptical, but Charlie’s optimism gave you a glimmer of hope. As days turned into weeks, you earnestly participated in the hotel’s rehabilitation program. You avoided sin, embraced kindness, and slowly, the other patrons began to accept you. Conversations grew warmer, and socializing became a daily routine. Only time would tell if you could truly be redeemed, if Heaven would finally admit a sinner. For now, your new life in the Hazbin Hotel was a testament to the persistent hope for redemption, no matter how far one had fallen.
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