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Midnight's Crystal: Human's Journey Through Hell's Hotel

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The Asmodean Crystal shimmered in your palm, a tantalizing enigma of crimson held against the dim light of your living room. You'd stumbled upon it by sheer accident, a misplaced trinket, left behind by an apparent mishap of some stranger. The idea of testing it out seemed harmless enough, an idle curiosity that led to an awe-inspiring spectacle as the air shimmered and distorted, revealing a dark portal. Heart pounding with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation, you stepped forward, swallowed by the gateway to Hell itself.

Emerging from the swirling darkness on the other side, the imposing facade of the Hazbin Hotel rose before you. It was a grotesque, yet strangely beautiful amalgamation of gothic architecture and carnival wreckage. Shards of bright neon lights and the decrepit remnants of once-grand structures formed an eerie symphony of sight. You approached the entrance and stepped through, your curiosity overpowering any sense of caution.

The interior was no less breathtaking. Once in a state of disrepair, now every corner of the lobby glowed with an eerie, sinister charm. Lavish furniture, glowing green walls, and ornate designs embraced your senses as you ventured further inside, unnoticed by the bustling demonic denizens.

Hunger clawed at your stomach, reminding you of how long it had been since you last ate. The table in the lounge room, laden with an assortment of food and drinks, seemed like a godsend. You knew it was a risk, but the sight proved too tempting to ignore. With tentative fingers, you reached for a piece of fruit and took a bite, savoring the juices that spilled over your tongue. One taste led to another, and before long, you had indulged beyond the point of discretion.

As guilt seeped in, you heard the distant murmur of voices. Panicked, you sought refuge in the labyrinthine corridors of the hotel, narrowly avoiding the hotel's residents.

“This is bullshit! Who ate my fucking food?!” Angel Dust's voice echoed through the halls, a mix of indignation and frustration.

"Settle down, Angel," Vaggie replied irritably. "We'll figure it out. Someone’s probably just messing with us."

Your heart pounded as their voices grew louder, forcing you to stifle a snicker at the absurdity of the situation.

You crept further into the hotel, the need to relieve yourself becoming an urgent reality. You hurriedly found and used one of the restrooms, the relief evident as the burden was let go. Yet as soon as you finished, the smell became another risk you hadn’t considered as the demonic residents voiced their displeasure once more.

"What the hell is that stench?" Husk's gravelly voice cut through the silence. "We need to find whoever’s been stinking up the place. Fucking disgusting."

Discretely hidden, you couldn't help but snicker softly. Each annoyed remark fueling the odd sense of amusement yet deepening the guilty feeling that gnawed at you.

Days passed in a blur. You were a phantom, dining on unattended food, hiding within shadows, and keeping to yourself. The smaller demon, Niffty, nearly caught you a few times, her keen senses and frantic energy making her a difficult presence to avoid. However, it was when you were discovered by Fat Nuggets that your luck expired. The small pig sniffed around, and you found yourself eye to eye with Angel Dust's pet. Fat Nuggets squealed, running off to alert the other demons.

It wasn’t long before you were cornered, the look of various demons filling the room, their expressions ranging from curious to annoyed, to furious. Charlie Morningstar, with confusion glowing in her eyes, finally stepped forward.

"Who... are you? How did you-?"

Your heart raced as you tried to explain, stumbling over words that fell on an increasingly hostile audience.

“No one eats my food and gets away with it!” Angel Dust’s many limbs twitched with anger.

“Or stinks up our goddamn bathroom,” Husk snarled.

As the realization of your vulnerability sank in, Alastor’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Well, well, well,” his voice hummed. “What delightful chaos you have brought…”

You barely got a chance to react before Alastor’s dark magic ensnared you. Pain coursed through every fiber of your being as black tendrils consumed your form, tearing flesh and bone apart, the world fading to crimson agony.

When you next awoke, the hellish skyline of Pentagram City greeted you. You stood upon unfamiliar ground, your form altered, now a being less than human yet more than before. A demon now, your heart carried the resolve forged from your mortal life’s final moments. You returned to the Hazbin Hotel, seeking redemption where once your innocence led you astray.

"Welcome," Charlie greeted warmly, recognizing the spark of determination in your eyes. Your journey for redemption began anew, amid sinners also seeking a path to grace. And so, your story intertwined with theirs, a hopeful pursuit for an eternal peace that now seemed both distant and achingly close.

This story was generated by user MeganAndy 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.

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Prompt: Write a POV story of the human, who finds an Asmodean Crystal (which Blitzo (an imp from the adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss) accidentally dropped one of them during his mission with the other crewmembers of I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals) 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 (plus, Alastor doesn't want the human to spread tales of either Hazbin Hotel or all of Hell's existence)) brutally kills the human (blood and gore involved) either through black magic (using dark magic), either that or through cannibalism (shredding the human's flesh 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, although the sinner demon (formerly the human himself/herself) no longer could come back home on Earth, he/she 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 and be accepted by Heaven so that he/she will be converted into a saint angel and he/she will live forever in peace in the heavenly afterlife. 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: The Asmodean Crystal shimmered in your palm, a tantalizing enigma of crimson held against the dim light of your living room. You'd stumbled upon it by sheer accident, a misplaced trinket, left behind by an apparent mishap of some stranger. The idea of testing it out seemed harmless enough, an idle curiosity that led to an awe-inspiring spectacle as the air shimmered and distorted, revealing a dark portal. Heart pounding with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation, you stepped forward, swallowed by the gateway to Hell itself. Emerging from the swirling darkness on the other side, the imposing facade of the Hazbin Hotel rose before you. It was a grotesque, yet strangely beautiful amalgamation of gothic architecture and carnival wreckage. Shards of bright neon lights and the decrepit remnants of once-grand structures formed an eerie symphony of sight. You approached the entrance and stepped through, your curiosity overpowering any sense of caution. The interior was no less breathtaking. Once in a state of disrepair, now every corner of the lobby glowed with an eerie, sinister charm. Lavish furniture, glowing green walls, and ornate designs embraced your senses as you ventured further inside, unnoticed by the bustling demonic denizens. Hunger clawed at your stomach, reminding you of how long it had been since you last ate. The table in the lounge room, laden with an assortment of food and drinks, seemed like a godsend. You knew it was a risk, but the sight proved too tempting to ignore. With tentative fingers, you reached for a piece of fruit and took a bite, savoring the juices that spilled over your tongue. One taste led to another, and before long, you had indulged beyond the point of discretion. As guilt seeped in, you heard the distant murmur of voices. Panicked, you sought refuge in the labyrinthine corridors of the hotel, narrowly avoiding the hotel's residents. “This is bullshit! Who ate my fucking food?!” Angel Dust's voice echoed through the halls, a mix of indignation and frustration. "Settle down, Angel," Vaggie replied irritably. "We'll figure it out. Someone’s probably just messing with us." Your heart pounded as their voices grew louder, forcing you to stifle a snicker at the absurdity of the situation. You crept further into the hotel, the need to relieve yourself becoming an urgent reality. You hurriedly found and used one of the restrooms, the relief evident as the burden was let go. Yet as soon as you finished, the smell became another risk you hadn’t considered as the demonic residents voiced their displeasure once more. "What the hell is that stench?" Husk's gravelly voice cut through the silence. "We need to find whoever’s been stinking up the place. Fucking disgusting." Discretely hidden, you couldn't help but snicker softly. Each annoyed remark fueling the odd sense of amusement yet deepening the guilty feeling that gnawed at you. Days passed in a blur. You were a phantom, dining on unattended food, hiding within shadows, and keeping to yourself. The smaller demon, Niffty, nearly caught you a few times, her keen senses and frantic energy making her a difficult presence to avoid. However, it was when you were discovered by Fat Nuggets that your luck expired. The small pig sniffed around, and you found yourself eye to eye with Angel Dust's pet. Fat Nuggets squealed, running off to alert the other demons. It wasn’t long before you were cornered, the look of various demons filling the room, their expressions ranging from curious to annoyed, to furious. Charlie Morningstar, with confusion glowing in her eyes, finally stepped forward. "Who... are you? How did you-?" Your heart raced as you tried to explain, stumbling over words that fell on an increasingly hostile audience. “No one eats my food and gets away with it!” Angel Dust’s many limbs twitched with anger. “Or stinks up our goddamn bathroom,” Husk snarled. As the realization of your vulnerability sank in, Alastor’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. “Well, well, well,” his voice hummed. “What delightful chaos you have brought…” You barely got a chance to react before Alastor’s dark magic ensnared you. Pain coursed through every fiber of your being as black tendrils consumed your form, tearing flesh and bone apart, the world fading to crimson agony. When you next awoke, the fiery skyline of Pentagram City greeted you. You stood upon unfamiliar ground, your form altered, now a being less than human yet more than before. A demon now, your heart carried the resolve forged from your mortal life’s final moments. You returned to the Hazbin Hotel, seeking redemption where once your innocence led you astray. "Welcome," Charlie greeted warmly, recognizing the spark of determination in your eyes. Your journey for redemption began anew, amid sinners also seeking a path to grace. And so, your story intertwined with theirs, a hopeful pursuit for an eternal peace that now seemed both distant and achingly close.

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