Crystal Displacement: Human's Journey Through Hell's Sanctuary of Hazbin Hotel
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Your fingers trembled as you held the shimmering crystal in your hands. The polished surface sparkled under the moonlight, almost out of place lying in the grass of a city park, as though it had been waiting just for you. You had picked it up without a second thought, your curiosity piqued by its eerie allure. You couldn’t have known it was the Asmodean Crystal, an artifact of immense power accidentally dropped by an imp from Hell.
Innocently, you brought the crystal closer, peering into its depths. A strange warmth seeped from it, filling you with a sense of wonder. Before you could comprehend what was happening, a portal began to form, an oscillating circle of darkness fringed with flames and crimson light. The ground beneath you vanished as you stumbled forward, falling into the swirling vortex.
When the swirling stopped, you found yourself in a dimly lit, Gothic lounge. You craned your neck, taking in the ornate details of your surroundings. Flickering candles lined the walls, illuminating elegant furniture and strange, otherworldly décor. The smell of sulfur and something sweet hung in the air. You looked around; you were inside the Hazbin Hotel.
Your stomach growled loudly, drawing your attention to a nearby table set with an array of food and drinks. Gingerly, you reached out, grabbing a delicious-looking sandwich and some wine. Surely, you thought, no one would mind if you helped yourself.
The food was satisfying, quenching the hunger that gnawed at your insides. Unaware of the growing tension among the hotel’s residents, you finished your meal and began exploring the grand building further. You ducked into an empty room, pressing yourself against the wall, trying to stay hidden.
You roamed the hotel for days, moving from shadow to shadow, room to room. You visited the exquisite restrooms, relieved yourself, and quickly left to avoid detection. Yet, the smell permeated the room and soon reached the senses of those staying at the hotel.
“Who the f**k’s been messing with my sh*t?” you heard a female voice exclaim. It was Vaggie, her frustration tangible from the lounge where she most often stayed close to Charlie.
“This! This is why we can’t have nice things, Vaggie,” Angel Dust said with a dismissive wave. “Always someone tryin’ to pull a fast one.”
“You think it was Husk?” Vaggie replied sharply.
“Why the hell would I touch your food?” Husk snapped, eyes narrowing under his perpetual cloud of angst and cigar smoke. “Ain’t my style, lady.”
Days rolled by as the demonic residents of the hotel grew more irritated. Niffty, while cleaning, voiced her disgust. "Ew! The restroom smells absolutely nasty! Who's been making such a mess?”
Despite the mounting tension among the hotel’s occupants, your luck ran dry when Razzle silently discovered your hiding spot. Panic set in as the tiny, winged goat-demon locked eyes with you. Without a word, he dashed down the corridor, alerting the rest through some unspoken signal.
Before you could attempt another escape, Alastor—the Radio Demon himself—cornered you. His eyes sparkled with a sadistic glee as he sized you up.
“Look what we have here, a trespasser!” Alastor’s voice echoed around you, rich and menacing. “This is a most interesting development.”
You desperately tried to explain yourself, hoping they’d understand your blameless curiosity, but it was too late. Other demons quickly swarmed around you, their eyes dead set on the intruder who had upset their sanctuary.
As Alastor’s shadow loomed over you, fear gripped your heart. You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, and then it spread. Blood poured from the wound as Alastor’s sinister smile was the last image you saw before everything went dark.
When you awoke, you found yourself in Pentagram City, your new form reflecting the sinner you had become. Despair set in as you recognized your trespass would forever taint your soul. It wasn’t long before your determination sparked a new journey. If you could seek redemption, maybe you could earn a place in Heaven one day.
Returning to the Hazbin Hotel, you were greeted by Charlie’s warm smile. “Welcome, newcomer. Here, we help no matter where you’ve been or who you are.”
“Yeah, let’s see if you’ll stick around,” Angel Dust snickered, an eyebrow raised in skepticism.
“Just stay out of my stuff, okay?” Vaggie warned, crossing her arms but softening her gaze.
You nodded, hoping this second chance would lead you to redemption. You mingled with other patrons, building bonds, and slowly, you began to find solace in this peculiar sanctuary amidst the chaos of Hell.
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 a 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), before he/she 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 restroom to get rid of his/her pee and poop, while also not being 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 smell coming from the restroom, while not knowing 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 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), leading to the human manifesting 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: Your fingers trembled as you held the shimmering crystal in your hands. The polished surface sparkled under the moonlight, almost out of place lying in the grass of a city park, as though it had been waiting just for you. You had picked it up without a second thought, your curiosity piqued by its eerie allure. You couldn’t have known it was the Asmodean Crystal, an artifact of immense power accidentally dropped by an imp from Hell. Innocently, you brought the crystal closer, peering into its depths. A strange warmth seeped from it, filling you with a sense of wonder. Before you could comprehend what was happening, a portal began to form, an oscillating circle of darkness fringed with flames and crimson light. The ground beneath you vanished as you stumbled forward, falling into the swirling vortex. When the swirling stopped, you found yourself in a dimly lit, Gothic lounge. You craned your neck, taking in the ornate details of your surroundings. Flickering candles lined the walls, illuminating elegant furniture and strange, otherworldly décor. The smell of sulfur and something sweet hung in the air. You looked around; you were inside the Hazbin Hotel. Your stomach growled loudly, drawing your attention to a nearby table set with an array of food and drinks. Gingerly, you reached out, grabbing a delicious-looking sandwich and some wine. Surely, you thought, no one would mind if you helped yourself. The food was satisfying, quenching the hunger that gnawed at your insides. Unaware of the growing tension among the hotel’s residents, you finished your meal and began exploring the grand building further. You ducked into an empty room, pressing yourself against the wall, trying to stay hidden. You roamed the hotel for days, moving from shadow to shadow, room to room. You visited the exquisite restrooms, relieved yourself, and quickly left to avoid detection. Yet, the smell permeated the room and soon reached the senses of those staying at the hotel. “Who the f**k’s been messing with my sh*t?” you heard a female voice exclaim. It was Vaggie, her frustration tangible from the lounge where she most often stayed close to Charlie. “This! This is why we can’t have nice things, Vaggie,” Angel Dust said with a dismissive wave. “Always someone tryin’ to pull a fast one.” “You think it was Husk?” Vaggie replied sharply. “Why the hell would I touch your food?” Husk snapped, eyes narrowing under his perpetual cloud of angst and cigar smoke. “Ain’t my style, lady.” Days rolled by as the demonic residents of the hotel grew more irritated. Niffty, while cleaning, voiced her disgust. "Ew! The restroom smells absolutely nasty! Who's been making such a mess?” Despite the mounting tension among the hotel’s occupants, your luck ran dry when Razzle silently discovered your hiding spot. Panic set in as the tiny, winged goat-demon locked eyes with you. Without a word, he dashed down the corridor, alerting the rest through some unspoken signal. Before you could attempt another escape, Alastor—the Radio Demon himself—cornered you. His eyes sparkled with a sadistic glee as he sized you up. “Look what we have here, a trespasser!” Alastor’s voice echoed around you, rich and menacing. “This is a most interesting development.” You desperately tried to explain yourself, hoping they’d understand your blameless curiosity, but it was too late. Other demons quickly swarmed around you, their eyes dead set on the intruder who had upset their sanctuary. As Alastor’s shadow loomed over you, fear gripped your heart. You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, and then it spread. Blood poured from the wound as Alastor’s sinister smile was the last image you saw before everything went dark. When you awoke, you found yourself in Pentagram City, your new form reflecting the sinner you had become. Despair set in as you recognized your trespass would forever taint your soul. It wasn’t long before your determination sparked a new journey. If you could seek redemption, maybe you could earn a place in Heaven one day. Returning to the Hazbin Hotel, you were greeted by Charlie’s warm smile. “Welcome, newcomer. Here, we help no matter where you’ve been or who you are.” “Yeah, let’s see if you’ll stick around,” Angel Dust snickered, an eyebrow raised in skepticism. “Just stay out of my stuff, okay?” Vaggie warned, crossing her arms but softening her gaze. You nodded, hoping this second chance would lead you to redemption. You mingled with other patrons, building bonds, and slowly, you began to find solace in this peculiar sanctuary amidst the chaos of Hell.
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