"From Trespasser to Redeemer: Human Soul's Journey in Hazbin Hotel"
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Days had passed since the unexpected arrival. You remember it vividly, the strange, alluring glow of the Asmodean Crystal you found in the park. Innocent curiosity proved too strong to resist, and against your better judgment, you decided to test it out, just to see what would happen. What opened was a swirling vortex, pulling you into another dimension entirely. You stumbled through the portal, barely catching your breath before you were met with the intimidating grandeur of the Hazbin Hotel.
You hid quickly, taking in your surroundings. You were in Hell, and this was no ordinary hotel. You'd read about this place in folklore—well, more like those edgy web series—but never in a million years did you think you'd see, let alone enter, such a place.
Days turned into a strange, surreal routine. The comfort of the hotel's lounge called to your basic needs. You found food and drink, and though you felt guilty, you convinced yourself that nobody would miss a few morsels. The demons, however, did not share your indifferent view on shared resources.
"Who the fuck ate my leftovers?! Last night's chicken was the only decent thing I've had all week!" Angel Dust's voice pierced the air like a bullet.
"Ugh, who cares? Fuckin' free-for-all here anyway," Husk growled, his ears twitching with irritation as he glanced at the now-empty dishes.
Vaggie was livid, her wrath evident in her tight-pursed lips. "Idiots. We need to figure out who’s been screwing around. This crap needs to stop."
Hidden behind a pillar, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Their bickering was oddly entertaining, even if you did feel bad for causing it. But more immediate concerns called—like nature.
One evening, you needed to relieve yourself, and the only place to go was one of the hotel's restrooms. After using it, you were satisfied, but clearly, the demons had a different sensory threshold.
“Holy shit, WHAT is that smell?” Angel Dust yelled, gagging theatrically. "It smells like something died in there. Oh wait, we're in Hell—everything's dead! But still, ACTUAL shit died in there!"
"This is so gross. Can’t y’all aim or something? Stinks like a goddamn war zone in here,” Husk muttered, clearly disgusted.
“I’ll kill whoever did this,” Vaggie hissed, her eyes flaring with exasperation.
Once again, you found yourself stifling laughter. It was almost worth the danger. Almost.
Your secret existence in the Hazbin Hotel continued without incident, relying on stealth and luck. But all good things come to an end, and so did your unauthorized stay. One day, Niffty, with her boundless energy and sharp eye, discovered your hiding spot.
"Oh my goodness, a HUMAN! This is so exciting!!" she screamed, bustling around you like a hurricane. She darted off almost instantly, eager to inform the others.
Panic surged through you. Soon, rumors of a human within the hotel spread like wildfire. The predators had caught the scent. Your few remaining hours were a blur of dread as you anxiously awaited the inevitable.
Finally, your luck ran out. You were cornered and surrounded by a host of menacing eyes. Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, stood calmly among his peers, his sinister smile never waning. He was the first to speak.
“So, we have a little trespasser. Quite the curious one, aren’t you? Unfortunately, curiosity often leads to... undesirable outcomes.” His smile never faltered, even as you felt the oppressive weight of his dark magic pin you to the spot.
"No hard feelings, sweetheart, but you're about to become a demonic delicacy," Angel Dust sneered.
Desperation flooded your mind, but it was too late. Alastor’s magic enveloped you, and the world went dark.
You awoke in Pentagram City, disoriented and alone. The realization hit hard—you had become one of them. A sinner demon. But you refused to give up hope. You'd seen a path to redemption before. The Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon for those who sought salvation.
Returning to the hotel, you were greeted by Charlie Morningstar’s kind smile. “Welcome, we’ll do our best to help you.”
Surrounded by the very demons you once hid from, you committed to change, to seek redemption. You began to learn, to engage in healthy manners with the patrons, hoping that one day, through rehabilitation, you might find a way to ascend to Heaven.
Only time would tell if your journey for redemption would succeed. After all, even in Hell, hope burns eternal.
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 the POV story of the 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 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 (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: Days had passed since the unexpected arrival. You remember it vividly, the strange, alluring glow of the Asmodean Crystal you found in the park. Innocent curiosity proved too strong to resist, and against your better judgment, you decided to test it out, just to see what would happen. What opened was a swirling vortex, pulling you into another dimension entirely. You stumbled through the portal, barely catching your breath before you were met with the intimidating grandeur of the Hazbin Hotel. You hid quickly, taking in your surroundings. You were in Hell, and this was no ordinary hotel. You'd read about this place in folklore—well, more like those edgy web series—but never in a million years did you think you'd see, let alone enter, such a place. Days turned into a strange, surreal routine. The comfort of the hotel's lounge called to your basic needs. You found food and drink, and though you felt guilty, you convinced yourself that nobody would miss a few morsels. The demons, however, did not share your indifferent view on shared resources. "Who the fuck ate my leftovers?! Last night's chicken was the only decent thing I've had all week!" Angel Dust's voice pierced the air like a bullet. "Ugh, who cares? Fuckin' free-for-all here anyway," Husk growled, his ears twitching with irritation as he glanced at the now-empty dishes. Vaggie was livid, her wrath evident in her tight-pursed lips. "Idiots. We need to figure out who’s been screwing around. This crap needs to stop." Hidden behind a pillar, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Their bickering was oddly entertaining, even if you did feel bad for causing it. But more immediate concerns called—like nature. One evening, you needed to relieve yourself, and the only place to go was one of the hotel's restrooms. After using it, you were satisfied, but clearly, the demons had a different sensory threshold. “Holy shit, WHAT is that smell?” Angel Dust yelled, gagging theatrically. "It smells like something died in there. Oh wait, we're in Hell—everything's dead! But still, ACTUAL shit died in there!" "This is so gross. Can’t y’all aim or something? Stinks like a goddamn war zone in here,” Husk muttered, clearly disgusted. “I’ll kill whoever did this,” Vaggie hissed, her eyes flaring with exasperation. Once again, you found yourself stifling laughter. It was almost worth the danger. Almost. Your secret existence in the Hazbin Hotel continued without incident, relying on stealth and luck. But all good things come to an end, and so did your unauthorized stay. One day, Niffty, with her boundless energy and sharp eye, discovered your hiding spot. "Oh my goodness, a HUMAN! This is so exciting!!" she screamed, bustling around you like a hurricane. She darted off almost instantly, eager to inform the others. Panic surged through you. Soon, rumors of a human within the hotel spread like wildfire. The predators had caught the scent. Your few remaining hours were a blur of dread as you anxiously awaited the inevitable. Finally, your luck ran out. You were cornered and surrounded by a host of menacing eyes. Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, stood calmly among his peers, his sinister smile never waning. He was the first to speak. “So, we have a little trespasser. Quite the curious one, aren’t you? Unfortunately, curiosity often leads to... undesirable outcomes.” His smile never faltered, even as you felt the oppressive weight of his dark magic pin you to the spot. "No hard feelings, sweetheart, but you're about to become a demonic delicacy," Angel Dust sneered. Desperation flooded your mind, but it was too late. Alastor’s magic enveloped you, and the world went dark. You awoke in Pentagram City, disoriented and alone. The realization hit hard—you had become one of them. A sinner demon. But you refused to give up hope. You'd seen a path to redemption before. The Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon for those who sought salvation. Returning to the hotel, you were greeted by Charlie Morningstar’s kind smile. “Welcome, we’ll do our best to help you.” Surrounded by the very demons you once hid from, you committed to change, to seek redemption. You began to learn, to engage in healthy manners with the patrons, hoping that one day, through rehabilitation, you might find a way to ascend to Heaven. Only time would tell if your journey for redemption would succeed. After all, even in Hell, hope burns eternal.
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