You hardly believed what you were holding. The Asmodean Crystal glistened in the palm of your hand, its otherworldly light casting eerie shadows against the walls of your dimly lit apartment. You had no idea where it came from, only that you had found it half-buried in the dirt beside the sidewalk on your walk home from work. Driven by innocent curiosity, you cradled the crystal, wondering what secrets and mysteries it held.
Gently rubbing the intricate patterns etched into its surface, you noticed a strange hum reverberating within it. Before you could react, a blinding light emanated from the crystal, illuminating the entire room until you were forced to close your eyes. When you opened them again, a portal had materialized before you, swirling with a foreboding yet entrancing energy.
"Holy shoot," you whispered. You stepped closer, heartbeat thunderous in your ears. Peering into the portal, you saw the entrance of what appeared to be a tall, arcane building. The sign above read 'Hazbin Hotel' in glowing, audacious letters. Without thinking, driven by untamed curiosity, you stepped through the portal.
The sensation was both cold and suffocating for a moment, but you soon found yourself inside Hell, in front of the Hazbin Hotel. Its intricate design blew your mind—the meld of airship parts, carousels, and the stark red theme reminded you more of a grand circus than a traditional hotel. Tentatively, you approached the stained glass double doors and pushed them open, slipping inside.
It was unsettlingly quiet. The lobby, despite its ragged appearance, had an undeniable grandeur. Lavish furniture and ornate decorations filled the space. Hungry and thirsty from your impromptu trip, you followed your nose to a table laden with food that looked like a feast for a king.
You just couldn’t help yourself.
Grabbing a sandwich and a bottle of some neon-colored drink, you wolfed them down. You hoped they weren’t missed by anyone too quickly.
Minutes later, you surveyed your surroundings. The place seemed devoid of its regular occupants; perhaps they were all somewhere else in the hotel. Your immediate thought was to hide, at least for now, until you could figure out a plan.
Entering a deserted room behind one of the extravagant curtains, you could hear faint voices, far off. They didn't seem to be heading in your direction. As you settled in, you began to feel a cramp in your stomach. "Great, just what I need," you muttered under your breath, hastening towards the restroom you had sighted earlier.
You took care of business as quickly as possible, but the smell lingered. Flushing and washing up, you listened closely to the outside. There were voices—angry ones.
"Who the fuck ate our food?!" yelled a shrill voice.
“Shit, calm down! We can get more,” another voice, sounding annoyed but more composed.
"Like hell I’m calm! Take a look and tell me that ain't the damned smell!" Another voice, gruff and irritated, chimed in.
You couldn't help it—a stifled snicker escaped your lips. This wasn’t meant to be funny, yet their frantic complaints tickled your guilty conscience.
You knew your cover wouldn't last long, and perhaps it was paranoia, but every shadow felt like it might harbor another demonic denizen of this place. Your heart pounded in your chest as days turned into weeks; the stress of hiding started to gnaw at you. But luck seemed to be on your side.
Until it wasn’t.
One afternoon, an unexpected noise caught your attention—a small, hyperactive demon, with one eye and a cheery smile, entered the room you were hiding in.
“Hi there!” Niffty’s voice was bright and cheery. Her eyes widened in excitement. “OH MY GOSH, A HUMAN!” she squealed, loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.
“Crud,” you murmured, knowing your secret was out.
Word spread like wildfire among the hotel’s demons, much to your increasing horror. Not much later, you found yourself cornered in the lobby by a handful of its occupants, their hostility palpable.
A tall figure, exuding a terrifying, almost whimsical aura, stepped forward. Alastor grinned, his eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Well, well, a little bird that should not be here. How delightful!"
Panicked, you tried to explain, but your words fell on deaf ears. Alastor’s grin widened as dark shadows began to swirl around him. In a flash of chaos and torment, he unleashed unimaginable horror upon you.
---
You were unsure how long you watched the smoldering city from above. You no longer had a heartbeat in your chest, just an uncanny, hollow echo where your heart should have been. You had become a sinner demon, a vivid reminder of your grave mistake.
Your new reality was daunting. You saw the Hazbin Hotel from a distance, a peculiar sense of familiarity drawing you in. No longer able to hide from the repercussions of your previous life, you resolved to seek redemption.
Entering the hotel, you were greeted warmly by Charlie Morningstar, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and determination. "Welcome, new visitor. Are you here for redemption?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm.
“Yes,” you replied, deciding then and there that you’d work hard to change, to never repeat your foolish mistakes. Maybe, just maybe, you would find a way to be forgiven and see Heaven’s gates open for you. For now, you would start anew inside the Hazbin Hotel, surrounded by other souls striving for the same elusive salvation.
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 the 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. 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: You hardly believed what you were holding. The Asmodean Crystal glistened in the palm of your hand, its otherworldly light casting eerie shadows against the walls of your dimly lit apartment. You had no idea where it came from, only that you had found it half-buried in the dirt beside the sidewalk on your walk home from work. Driven by innocent curiosity, you cradled the crystal, wondering what secrets and mysteries it held. Gently rubbing the intricate patterns etched into its surface, you noticed a strange hum reverberating within it. Before you could react, a blinding light emanated from the crystal, illuminating the entire room until you were forced to close your eyes. When you opened them again, a portal had materialized before you, swirling with a foreboding yet entrancing energy. "Holy shit," you whispered. You stepped closer, heartbeat thunderous in your ears. Peering into the portal, you saw the entrance of what appeared to be a tall, arcane building. The sign above read 'Hazbin Hotel' in glowing, audacious letters. Without thinking, driven by untamed curiosity, you stepped through the portal. The sensation was both cold and suffocating for a moment, but you soon found yourself inside Hell, in front of the Hazbin Hotel. Its intricate design blew your mind—the meld of airship parts, carousels, and the stark red theme reminded you more of a grand circus than a traditional hotel. Tentatively, you approached the stained glass double doors and pushed them open, slipping inside. It was unsettlingly quiet. The lobby, despite its ragged appearance, had an undeniable grandeur. Lavish furniture and ornate decorations filled the space. Hungry and thirsty from your impromptu trip, you followed your nose to a table laden with food that looked like a feast for a king. You just couldn’t help yourself. Grabbing a sandwich and a bottle of some neon-colored drink, you wolfed them down. You hoped they weren’t missed by anyone too quickly. Minutes later, you surveyed your surroundings. The place seemed devoid of its regular occupants; perhaps they were all somewhere else in the hotel. Your immediate thought was to hide, at least for now, until you could figure out a plan. Entering a deserted room behind one of the extravagant curtains, you could hear faint voices, far off. They didn't seem to be heading in your direction. As you settled in, you began to feel a cramp in your stomach. "Great, just what I need," you muttered under your breath, hastening towards the restroom you had sighted earlier. You took care of business as quickly as possible, but the smell lingered. Flushing and washing up, you listened closely to the outside. There were voices—angry ones. "Who the fuck ate our food?!" yelled a shrill voice. “Shit, calm down! We can get more,” another voice, sounding annoyed but more composed. "Like hell I’m calm! Take a look and tell me that ain't the damned smell!" Another voice, gruff and irritated, chimed in. You couldn't help it—a stifled snicker escaped your lips. This wasn’t meant to be funny, yet their frantic complaints tickled your guilty conscience. You knew your cover wouldn't last long, and perhaps it was paranoia, but every shadow felt like it might harbor another demonic denizen of this place. Your heart pounded in your chest as days turned into weeks; the stress of hiding started to gnaw at you. But luck seemed to be on your side. Until it wasn’t. One afternoon, an unexpected noise caught your attention—a small, hyperactive demon, with one eye and a cheery smile, entered the room you were hiding in. “Hi there!” Niffty’s voice was bright and cheery. Her eyes widened in excitement. “OH MY GOD, A HUMAN!” she squealed, loud enough for the entire hotel to hear. “Crap,” you murmured, knowing your secret was out. Word spread like wildfire among the hotel’s demons, much to your increasing horror. Not much later, you found yourself cornered in the lobby by a handful of its occupants, their hostility palpable. A tall figure, exuding a terrifying, almost whimsical aura, stepped forward. Alastor grinned, his eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Well, well, a little bird that should not be here. How delightful!" Panicked, you tried to explain, but your words fell on deaf ears. Alastor’s grin widened as dark shadows began to swirl around him. In a flash of chaos and torment, he unleashed unimaginable horror upon you. --- You were unsure how long you watched the smoldering city from above. You no longer had a heartbeat in your chest, just an uncanny, hollow echo where your heart should have been. You had become a sinner demon, a vivid reminder of your grave mistake. Your new reality was daunting. You saw the Hazbin Hotel from a distance, a peculiar sense of familiarity drawing you in. No longer able to hide from the repercussions of your previous life, you resolved to seek redemption. Entering the hotel, you were greeted warmly by Charlie Morningstar, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and determination. "Welcome, new visitor. Are you here for redemption?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm. “Yes,” you replied, deciding then and there that you’d work hard to change, to never repeat your foolish mistakes. Maybe, just maybe, you would find a way to be forgiven and see Heaven’s gates open for you. For now, you would start anew inside the Hazbin Hotel, surrounded by other souls striving for the same elusive salvation.
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