"Asmodean Crystal's Chaos: Human's Journey Through Hell's Hazbin Hotel"
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Your heart pounded like a tribal drum in your chest as you stared at the Asmodean Crystal lying innocuously on your desk. You picked it up, your thumb tracing the intricate lines embedded in its surface. Curiosity, innocent yet monumental, guided your actions as you held it up, squinting in the light.
Without warning, a portal tore open in your room, the air thick with the stench of sulfur and the sound of distant screams. You teetered on the edge of sanity and decision for a moment before stepping forward, compelled by a blend of curiosity and naïveté. As you crossed the threshold, the world around you dissolved into pools of red and black until you stumbled into what looked like the fancy entrance of a hotel.
"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," read the sign overhead. You blinked, the lavish decorations clashing with the eerie aura. The lobby, however, was empty. You drew in a deep breath, the sulfur mingling with a more pleasant scent—perhaps fresh bakery goods. A sense of adventure bubbled within you, making you brave enough to take the first step.
Your stomach growled, reminding you of your human frailty. The lounge room welcomed you with a spread fit for a decadent feast. The food and drinks called out to you, and surely no one would mind if you took a bite or two... or three. Each morsel muted the gnawing hunger inside you, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to feel comfortable.
Footsteps echoed somewhere in the distance, and you scrambled to a corner, wiping crumbs from your lips. Hiding wasn't your first choice, but survival became your priority. Not entirely aware of the hotel's demonic patrons' ownership over the food, you suppressed a snicker as the demons' voices reached your hiding spot.
“Who the fuck ate my sandwich?!” Angel Dust's indignant cry pierced through the walls.
Vaggie's voice followed, laced with palpable anger, “This is bullshit. Someone’s messing with us.”
“Everyone better fess up,” Husk's grumble added, clearly agitated. Despite the churn of guilt in your stomach, the absurdity of their bickering brought a chuckle to your lips.
Time flowed oddly in Hell, the hours melding into days or perhaps weeks. The feeling of constantly lurking just outside someone's vision became both your blessing and curse. But biology wouldn't be denied, and one day, the call of nature led you to the restroom. The relief was immense, but the smell lingered, causing you to wrinkle your nose.
“Holy shit, what the hell is that smell?” Husk's gravelly voice broke through the quiet.
“Christ, it’s like someone died in there!” Vaggie’s fuming echoed.
“Flush it again or something, fuck!” Angel Dust added with an exaggerated gag.
Stifling another round of giggles, you realized you found the demons' revulsion comically satisfying, despite feeling guilty about causing such disruption.
However, all good things—or in this case, hidden things—came to an end. It was Niffty's turn, or perhaps Razzle; you never quite resolved who discovered you slinking behind a pillar. Niffty's scream of delight or Razzle's silent yet effective tattling led to rumors flaring like wildfire.
Soon enough, the inevitable happened. Alastor’s shadow loomed over you before you had a chance to dash back into hiding. “Well, well,” he purred, almost too gleefully. “A trespasser in our midst. How utterly delightful.”
A chorus of gasps echoed as the others crowded around you. Angel Dust flicked a cigarette butt aside, eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you doing here, human?”
You stammered, trapped beneath their gazes, before Alastor’s delighted, predatory smile widened. The darkness of his magic clawed at you, or perhaps it was the sharp teeth—reality blurred in your moment of demise.
Blood and gore painted the floor. And then, the abyss...
You opened your eyes, a heavy weight upon your soul. This was not a nightmare you could wake up from. The shifting, dark streets of Pentagram City settled into your vision. You were now a sinner demon.
The doors of the Hazbin Hotel loomed once more, and this time, you walked with apprehension yet determination. Charlie’s welcoming smile met your eyes, genuine and hopeful. “Welcome,” she said gently. “Let’s see if we can help you redeem yourself.”
And so, you took the first step into a new existence, mingling with sinners and seeking to become something better. Would Heaven ever welcome you? Only time would tell if your actions here would rewrite your fate.
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.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write a 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 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). 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: Your heart pounded like a tribal drum in your chest as you stared at the Asmodean Crystal lying innocuously on your desk. You picked it up, your thumb tracing the intricate lines embedded in its surface. Curiosity, innocent yet monumental, guided your actions as you held it up, squinting in the light. Without warning, a portal tore open in your room, the air thick with the stench of sulfur and the sound of distant screams. You teetered on the edge of sanity and decision for a moment before stepping forward, compelled by a blend of curiosity and naïveté. As you crossed the threshold, the world around you dissolved into pools of red and black until you stumbled into what looked like the fancy entrance of a hotel. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," read the sign overhead. You blinked, the lavish decorations clashing with the eerie aura. The lobby, however, was empty. You drew in a deep breath, the sulfur mingling with a more pleasant scent—perhaps fresh bakery goods. A sense of adventure bubbled within you, making you brave enough to take the first step. Your stomach growled, reminding you of your human frailty. The lounge room welcomed you with a spread fit for a decadent feast. The food and drinks called out to you, and surely no one would mind if you took a bite or two... or three. Each morsel muted the gnawing hunger inside you, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to feel comfortable. Footsteps echoed somewhere in the distance, and you scrambled to a corner, wiping crumbs from your lips. Hiding wasn't your first choice, but survival became your priority. Not entirely aware of the hotel's demonic patrons' ownership over the food, you suppressed a snicker as the demons' voices reached your hiding spot. “Who the fuck ate my sandwich?!” Angel Dust's indignant cry pierced through the walls. Vaggie's voice followed, laced with palpable anger, “This is bullshit. Someone’s messing with us.” “Everyone better fess up,” Husk's grumble added, clearly agitated. Despite the churn of guilt in your stomach, the absurdity of their bickering brought a chuckle to your lips. Time flowed oddly in Hell, the hours melding into days or perhaps weeks. The feeling of constantly lurking just outside someone's vision became both your blessing and curse. But biology wouldn't be denied, and one day, the call of nature led you to the restroom. The relief was immense, but the smell lingered, causing you to wrinkle your nose. “Holy shit, what the hell is that smell?” Husk's gravelly voice broke through the quiet. “Christ, it’s like someone died in there!” Vaggie’s fuming echoed. “Flush it again or something, fuck!” Angel Dust added with an exaggerated gag. Stifling another round of giggles, you realized you found the demons' revulsion comically satisfying, despite feeling guilty about causing such disruption. However, all good things—or in this case, hidden things—came to an end. It was Niffty's turn, or perhaps Razzle; you never quite resolved who discovered you slinking behind a pillar. Niffty's scream of delight or Razzle's silent yet effective tattling led to rumors flaring like wildfire. Soon enough, the inevitable happened. Alastor’s shadow loomed over you before you had a chance to dash back into hiding. “Well, well,” he purred, almost too gleefully. “A trespasser in our midst. How utterly delightful.” A chorus of gasps echoed as the others crowded around you. Angel Dust flicked a cigarette butt aside, eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you doing here, human?” You stammered, trapped beneath their gazes, before Alastor’s delighted, predatory smile widened. The darkness of his magic clawed at you, or perhaps it was the sharp teeth—reality blurred in your moment of demise. Blood and gore painted the floor. And then, the abyss... You opened your eyes, a heavy weight upon your soul. This was not a nightmare you could wake up from. The shifting, dark streets of Pentagram City settled into your vision. You were now a sinner demon. The doors of the Hazbin Hotel loomed once more, and this time, you walked with apprehension yet determination. Charlie’s welcoming smile met your eyes, genuine and hopeful. “Welcome,” she said gently. “Let’s see if we can help you redeem yourself.” And so, you took the first step into a new existence, mingling with sinners and seeking to become something better. Would Heaven ever welcome you? Only time would tell if your actions here would rewrite your fate.
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