You stood in your cluttered bedroom, turning a peculiar crystal over in your hands. It radiated a pulsating energy that beckoned your curiosity, its crimson depths shifting as if alive. You had stumbled upon it earlier, dropped almost carelessly by a group of peculiar individuals who slipped in and out of reality in a way that defied understanding. This Asmodean Crystal, they called it, and it buzzed with an unmistakable promise of forbidden adventure.
You hesitated for a moment, but the thrill of uncovering its secrets won over any sense of wariness. Tentatively, you held it up and murmured, “Let’s see what you can do.”
A portal erupted in the air before you, swirling with dark, malevolent energy, yet intriguing in its otherworldly allure. You stepped forward cautiously, heart thrumming with excitement and fear, and crossed the threshold into the unknown.
Before you stretched the Hazbin Hotel—a looming, eclectic tower of gothic architecture that mixed styles and eras as haphazardly as a child's toy chest. Curious motifs of eyes, serpents, and apples adorned the structure. You could almost feel the building's history whispering from every weathered board and ornate window. The entrance, surrounded by guiding neon arrows and glowing signs, invited you in with an aura of sinister hospitality.
You made your way into the hotel, pushing open the grand double doors only to find yourself in a lavish lounge room sparsely populated. Your stomach growled, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in over a day. A table laid out with food and drink caught your eye. Believing it was a communal offering, you dug in, relishing in the refreshments. The taste of the food, rich and otherworldly, filled your senses, temporarily numbing the eerie background ambiance of the hotel.
You remained concealed, yet your very human curiosity led you exploring deeper into the enigmatic halls of the Hazbin Hotel. At times, hidden behind curtains or peering around corners, you glimpsed glimpses of the residents, all with features bizarre and stories even stranger. One such night, as your clandestine escapades continued, you felt the pressing need to use the restroom. You tip-toed to one of the facilities, hurriedly taking care of business before sneaking back into the shadows. Little did you know, your actions were causing quite a stir.
The demons began to murmur about the depletion of their food and an unfamiliar reek permeating the halls. You overheard snippets of complaints, their frustrations unwittingly amusing to you.
"Whose the fuck ate my food?" Angel Dust’s voice echoed sharply through the lounge.
"Seriously, Charlie, I swear if we have invisible freeloaders," Husk growled, irritation lining his voice.
You snickered quietly, struggling to keep your amusement from betraying your hiding spot. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for you. Creeping out one evening from what had become your makeshift hideout, you stumbled upon a small, hyperactive cyclops demon—Niffty. Her one eye widened at the sight of you, and then she grinned ecstatically.
"Oh my gosh, a human!" she shrieked, darting off to alert the others.
"Guys, guys, there’s a human here!" Niffty squealed in delight.
Cold dread coiled around your heart as the shouts of realization rippled through the hotel. You found a closet to hide in, but the sounds of discontented demons and shifting floors proved your time was running out. Razzle, Charlie’s silent, loyal bodyguard, eventually discovered you. His expressionless face said it all; you had no more places to run.
“Alastor, we got ourselves a surprise guest,” Vaggie called sarcastically, clearly enraged by the stolen food.
The group converged, and you were quickly surrounded. Charlie watched you with wide, bewildered eyes, confusion dancing with a hint of curiosity.
“Why are you here?” she finally asked.
Before you could answer, Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk launched into their grievances.
“You ate our food!” Vaggie snarled.
“And stank up the place! What's your excuse, you careless litterbug?” Angel Dust added, annoyance dripping from his every word.
Husk, reluctantly silent, glared at you guardedly. As confused murmurs filled the air, it was Alastor, the Radio Demon, who approached with an unsettling grin that promised nothing good.
“You seem to have caused quite the ruckus, my dear,” he chuckled darkly, his voice lilting like an ominous melody. "Let’s see if you can contribute to our little hotel's chaos in a more... permanent way."
Magic, dark and insidious, surged from Alastor, enveloping you in waves of pain and despair. You had overstepped the lines of curiosity into the realm of the condemned. Your last mortal moments were a cacophony of fear and sheer agony as Alastor’s power tore through you mercilessly.
Falling into the abyss, your consciousness reeled as your form twisted and changed until you found yourself awakening in Pentagram City. Sinner demon reflections now stared back at you from any gleaming surface, confirmation of your fall from mortality.
Yet, a shred of hope remained. The Hazbin Hotel stood before you once more—not as a shelter from curiosity but a beacon for redemption. You approached it with determination, Charlie’s warm, compassionate smile welcoming you this time.
“Welcome,” she said, extending a hand. “Ready to start over?”
Her words met with a nod. Now your journey of redemption began, not alone but with others who sought the same. You would embrace this new existence, striving for a chance at salvation, within the enigmatic halls of the Hazbin Hotel.
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.
Prompt: Write the POV story of a 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 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 before running off to let the other demons know about the human being in the hotel), 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 (with Charlie Morningstar being confused while Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk being unhappy with the human eating their food and stinking up the restroom, whilst also just as confused about the human being in Hell, just as all other demons being confused about the human being in Hell, since no human has ever visited or lived in Hell) before one of the demons (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 (shredding the human with his teeth and 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 (confirming that he/she had died, hence why he/she is no longer mortal) 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, since the saint angels were once humans before they died), so the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) enters the Hazbin Hotel (now with purpose) 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 stood in your cluttered bedroom, turning a peculiar crystal over in your hands. It radiated a pulsating energy that beckoned your curiosity, its crimson depths shifting as if alive. You had stumbled upon it earlier, dropped almost carelessly by a group of peculiar individuals who slipped in and out of reality in a way that defied understanding. This Asmodean Crystal, they called it, and it buzzed with an unmistakable promise of forbidden adventure. You hesitated for a moment, but the thrill of uncovering its secrets won over any sense of wariness. Tentatively, you held it up and murmured, “Let’s see what you can do.” A portal erupted in the air before you, swirling with dark, malevolent energy, yet intriguing in its otherworldly allure. You stepped forward cautiously, heart thrumming with excitement and fear, and crossed the threshold into the unknown. Before you stretched the Hazbin Hotel—a looming, eclectic tower of gothic architecture that mixed styles and eras as haphazardly as a child's toy chest. Curious motifs of eyes, serpents, and apples adorned the structure. You could almost feel the building's history whispering from every weathered board and ornate window. The entrance, surrounded by guiding neon arrows and glowing signs, invited you in with an aura of sinister hospitality. You made your way into the hotel, pushing open the grand double doors only to find yourself in a lavish lounge room sparsely populated. Your stomach growled, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in over a day. A table laid out with food and drink caught your eye. Believing it was a communal offering, you dug in, relishing in the refreshments. The taste of the food, rich and otherworldly, filled your senses, temporarily numbing the eerie background ambiance of the hotel. You remained concealed, yet your very human curiosity led you exploring deeper into the enigmatic halls of the Hazbin Hotel. At times, hidden behind curtains or peering around corners, you glimpsed glimpses of the residents, all with features bizarre and stories even stranger. One such night, as your clandestine escapades continued, you felt the pressing need to use the restroom. You tip-toed to one of the facilities, hurriedly taking care of business before sneaking back into the shadows. Little did you know, your actions were causing quite a stir. The demons began to murmur about the depletion of their food and an unfamiliar reek permeating the halls. You overheard snippets of complaints, their frustrations unwittingly amusing to you. "Whose the fuck ate my food?" Angel Dust’s voice echoed sharply through the lounge. "Seriously, Charlie, I swear if we have invisible freeloaders," Husk growled, irritation lining his voice. You snickered quietly, struggling to keep your amusement from betraying your hiding spot. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for you. Creeping out one evening from what had become your makeshift hideout, you stumbled upon a small, hyperactive cyclops demon—Niffty. Her one eye widened at the sight of you, and then she grinned ecstatically. "Oh my gosh, a human!" she shrieked, darting off to alert the others. "Guys, guys, there’s a human here!" Niffty squealed in delight. Cold dread coiled around your heart as the shouts of realization rippled through the hotel. You found a closet to hide in, but the sounds of discontented demons and shifting floors proved your time was running out. Razzle, Charlie’s silent, loyal bodyguard, eventually discovered you. His expressionless face said it all; you had no more places to run. “Alastor, we got ourselves a surprise guest,” Vaggie called sarcastically, clearly enraged by the stolen food. The group converged, and you were quickly surrounded. Charlie watched you with wide, bewildered eyes, confusion dancing with a hint of curiosity. “Why are you here?” she finally asked. Before you could answer, Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk launched into their grievances. “You ate our food!” Vaggie snarled. “And stank up the place! What's your excuse, you careless litterbug?” Angel Dust added, annoyance dripping from his every word. Husk, reluctantly silent, glared at you guardedly. As confused murmurs filled the air, it was Alastor, the Radio Demon, who approached with an unsettling grin that promised nothing good. “You seem to have caused quite the ruckus, my dear,” he chuckled darkly, his voice lilting like an ominous melody. "Let’s see if you can contribute to our little hotel's chaos in a more... permanent way." Magic, dark and insidious, surged from Alastor, enveloping you in waves of pain and despair. You had overstepped the lines of curiosity into the realm of the condemned. Your last mortal moments were a cacophony of fear and sheer agony as Alastor’s power tore through you mercilessly. Falling into the abyss, your consciousness reeled as your form twisted and changed until you found yourself awakening in Pentagram City. Sinner demon reflections now stared back at you from any gleaming surface, confirmation of your fall from mortality. Yet, a shred of hope remained. The Hazbin Hotel stood before you once more—not as a shelter from curiosity but a beacon for redemption. You approached it with determination, Charlie’s warm, compassionate smile welcoming you this time. “Welcome,” she said, extending a hand. “Ready to start over?” Her words met with a nod. Now your journey of redemption began, not alone but with others who sought the same. You would embrace this new existence, striving for a chance at salvation, within the enigmatic halls of the Hazbin Hotel.
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