As curiosity leads you to gaze upon the peculiar Asmodean Crystal, you twirl the otherworldly gemstone in your fingers. It pulsates, seemingly alive, and a swirling vortex begins to form before you. The portal is as mesmerizing as it is foreboding. Suppressing a shiver of apprehension, you step through the apparition and find yourself in an opulent yet ominous foyer.
The place is eerie, yet strangely delightful—a paradox covered in velvet and extravagance. As you peer around, the sign above reads, "Hazbin Hotel." Whoever owns this place knows how to make a grand first impression.
Drawn by the soft murmuring of conversation, you cautiously advance into the lounge room. Keeping your footsteps light, you spot an array of food and drinks spread out invitingly. Your stomach rumbles in response, and you rationalize that a bite wouldn’t hurt anyone. As a matter of fact, demonic or not, hospitality should involve letting guests snack, right?
Hastily, you swipe a few morsels—a sandwich, some grapes—washing them down with a sip of some odd, fizzy drink. You're almost proud of your stealth; everything goes unnoticed, it seems.
With your hunger temporarily sated, you decide to hide. You locate a small, seldom-used broom closet and squeeze yourself into the cramped space. You sit silently, pondering your surroundings; you wonder if the residents even noticed the missing food. Peeking out occasionally, you spot an edgily-dressed demoness with an eye patch—Vaggie—frantically cursing.
"Who the fuck ate my sandwich? Angel, was it you? Husk?" She rounds on the two in the room, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Angel Dust, the spider-like demon, responds with a dramatic roll of his eyes.
"Nah, babe. I got better shit to do than eat your crappy food," Angel retorts.
Husk takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t look at me, I’ve got whiskey and cards,” he says dryly.
You try to suppress a guilty hiccup as the three demons argue. Silently resolving to stay hidden further, a sinking feeling develops in your gut. This time, you can't just ignore it. You hurriedly—and stealthily—head for one of the hotel's restrooms.
The relief is palpable as you tend to your needs, but once finished, the noxious odor refuses to dissipate. You flush repeatedly, your heart pounding with each bang of a closing door or distant shout.
In no time at all, the complaining begins.
“Oh my gosh, what on earth died in here?” Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner, exclaims as soon as she flits near the restroom. Meanwhile, Husk and Angel exchange disgusted glances.
“If I find out who’s responsible for this,” threatens Vaggie, “so help me, they'll regret it.”
For days, you manage to stay hidden, slipping out for brief moments only. Whenever the coast is clear, you pilfer some food, snoop around, even catch snippets of conversation. But your luck runs out.
It’s Niffty who finds you first. She opens the broom closet, her single eye widening in delight. A scream of excitement pierces the air, "Guys, there’s a human hiding in the closet!"
Your heart stops as demons swiftly swarm, surrounding you. Angel Dust cackles, Vaggie’s eye flashes, and even the usually stoic Alastor appears intrigued. The dreaded realization that your end has come sends shivers down your spine. Blood, gore—Alastor savors it with a dark glee as he exacts your demise through black magic.
Just when you believe everything’s over, you awaken amidst the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, bewildered but... different. A glance in a cracked mirror shows your transformed form, suggesting you’re now a sinner demon yourself.
Drawn by familiar curiosity and a desperate longing for redemption, you drag your weary self back to the Hazbin Hotel. This time you enter confidently, hopeful. Charlie Morningstar herself greets you warmly.
“Don’t worry, we’ll help you get better,” she beams.
Eagerly, you begin your rehabilitation journey, interacting genuinely with those you sought to avoid just days prior—a sinner on a path of redemption. If all goes well, Heaven might one day open its gates to you, where you might finally rest as a saint angel.
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.
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 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 and (just like how these demons complained about their food and drinks being eaten earlier) 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 then smile/grin 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: As curiosity leads you to gaze upon the peculiar Asmodean Crystal, you twirl the otherworldly gemstone in your fingers. It pulsates, seemingly alive, and a swirling vortex begins to form before you. The portal is as mesmerizing as it is foreboding. Suppressing a shiver of apprehension, you step through the apparition and find yourself in an opulent yet ominous foyer. The place is eerie, yet strangely delightful—a paradox covered in velvet and extravagance. As you peer around, the sign above reads, "Hazbin Hotel." Whoever owns this place knows how to make a grand first impression. Drawn by the soft murmuring of conversation, you cautiously advance into the lounge room. Keeping your footsteps light, you spot an array of food and drinks spread out invitingly. Your stomach rumbles in response, and you rationalize that a bite wouldn’t hurt anyone. As a matter of fact, demonic or not, hospitality should involve letting guests snack, right? Hastily, you swipe a few morsels—a sandwich, some grapes—washing them down with a sip of some odd, fizzy drink. You're almost proud of your stealth; everything goes unnoticed, it seems. With your hunger temporarily sated, you decide to hide. You locate a small, seldom-used broom closet and squeeze yourself into the cramped space. You sit silently, pondering your surroundings; you wonder if the residents even noticed the missing food. Peeking out occasionally, you spot an edgily-dressed demoness with horns—Vaggie—frantically cursing. "Who the fuck ate my sandwich? Angel, was it you? Husk?" She rounds on the two in the room, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. Angel Dust, the spider-like demon, responds with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Nah, babe. I got better shit to do than eat your crappy food," Angel retorts. Husk takes a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t look at me, I’ve got whiskey and cards,” he says dryly. You try to suppress a guilty hiccup as the three demons argue. Silently resolving to stay hidden further, a sinking feeling develops in your gut. This time, you can't just ignore it. You hurriedly—and stealthily—head for one of the hotel's restrooms. The relief is palpable as you tend to your needs, but once finished, the noxious odor refuses to dissipate. You flush repeatedly, your heart pounding with each bang of a closing door or distant shout. In no time at all, the complaining begins. “Christ, what the hell died in here?” Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner, exclaims as soon as she flits near the restroom. Meanwhile, Husk and Angel exchange disgusted glances. “If I find out who’s responsible for this,” threatens Vaggie, “so help me, they'll regret it.” For days, you manage to stay hidden, slipping out for brief moments only. Whenever the coast is clear, you pilfer some food, snoop around, even catch snippets of conversation. But your luck runs out. It’s Niffty who finds you first. She opens the broom closet, her single eye widening in delight. A scream of excitement pierces the air, "Guys, there’s a human hiding in the closet!" Your heart stops as demons swiftly swarm, surrounding you. Angel Dust cackles, Vaggie’s eyes flash, and even the usually stoic Alastor appears intrigued. The dreaded realization that your end has come sends shivers down your spine. Blood, gore—Alastor savors it with a dark glee as he exacts your demise through black magic. Just when you believe everything’s over, you awaken amidst the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, bewildered but... different. A glance in a cracked mirror shows your transformed form, suggesting you’re now a sinner demon yourself. Drawn by familiar curiosity and a desperate longing for redemption, you drag your weary self back to the Hazbin Hotel. This time you enter confidently, hopeful. Charlie Morningstar herself greets you warmly. “Don’t worry, we’ll help you get better,” she beams. Eagerly, you begin your rehabilitation journey, interacting genuinely with those you sought to avoid just days prior—a sinner on a path of redemption. If all goes well, Heaven might one day open its gates to you, where you might finally rest as a saint angel.
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