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"Redeeming a Human: Journey to Hazbin Hotel"

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You couldn’t believe what you were holding in your hands. The Asmodean Crystal pulsed with a dark, eerie light, its edges jagged and menacing. Blitzo must have dropped it during his mission; you had seen just enough to understand that much. The imp had vanished in an instant, and curiosity got the better of you. The crystal's allure was undeniable, and you couldn’t resist testing it out.

As soon as you did, a portal ripped open before you, the sight beyond teeming with dark energy and foreboding architecture. You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding, but the mystery was too great to resist. Stepping through the portal, you found yourself in a place unlike any other—Hazbin Hotel.

The lobby was grand yet neglected, almost taunting in its faded elegance. Red velvet drapes hung from arched windows, and gold trimmings that had seen better days lined the walls. The air was thick, heavy with a sulfurous scent that reminded you in no uncertain terms: you were definitely in Hell.

Sneaking past the eerie silence, you made your way to the lounge. Your stomach growled, betraying your hunger and thirst. The table was laden with an assortment of food and drinks. You devoured a sandwich and washed it down with what you hoped was water, though it tasted slightly coppery, like old pennies.

Full and slightly regretting your decision, you decided the best course of action was to hide. You found a small closet in one of the secondary hallways and squeezed yourself inside, trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Several days passed in nervous quietude. You went unseen, darting out only when the coast was clear to grab more food. You had almost convinced yourself that you might just escape this unscathed when one fateful afternoon, disaster struck.

You heard a peculiar snuffling noise, and peeking through a crack in the closet door, you saw Fat Nuggets, the demonic pig, nose to the ground. It rooted around until its eyes met yours. You knew then that your secret was out.

Rumors spread like wildfire. You overheard hushed whispers and furtive glances as demons spoke of a human in their midst. Trying to stay hidden grew more challenging, and finally, the inevitable happened.

Alastor, with his air of twisted amusement, found you.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in my neck of the woods?” His sinister grin widened as the shadows around him seemed to grow darker.

Before you could react, he called out, “Everyone, gather 'round! We have a surprise guest!”

Other demons closed in, their eyes glinting with malice. Panic surged through you, but there was nowhere to run. Alastor's laughter echoed coldly in your ears as he approached, brandishing an old-fashioned microphone.

“Do scream if it hurts; the acoustics in here are just superb!” he said with relish. What happened next was a blur of blood and agony.

When you came to, you were different. Looking at your hands—paws? Claws? You couldn't tell—you realized you had become one of them, a sinner demon now trapped in Pentagram City.

Desperate for redemption, you found your way back to Hazbin Hotel, the very place of your doom, now your only hope.

Charlie Morningstar greeted you with a warm, if not slightly weary, smile. “Welcome! I promise to do everything I can to help you find redemption. Just give it a try.”

Despite your fear, there was a glimmer of hope. The other patrons—even Angel Dust, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and those hauntingly silent pets—observed you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. But with Charlie’s encouragement, you took the first steps toward your redemption.

Who knew? Perhaps one day, through rehabilitation and pure, relentless effort, you might just find your way to Heaven.

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 a POV story of the human, who finds the Asmodean Crystal (which Blitzo (an imp from an adults cartoon/animated series Helluva Boss) accidentally dropped during his mission with I.M.P.) and decided to test out the Asmodean Crystal to see what happens. The portal to Hell then opens to reveal Hazbin Hotel (from the namesake adults cartoon/animated series "Hazbin Hotel"), and the human enters the portal and then 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, since he/she is both hungry and thirsty, before he/she 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, formerly an 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, an adult entertainer, and the first volunteer for Charlie's Hazbin Hotel (which is a rehabilitation program)), Alastor (an eccentric sinner demon, and one of the overlords of Hell), Husk (an ill-tempered, gambling, alcoholic cat-like 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 demon who serve as Charlie's bodyguard), Fat Nuggets (Angel Dust's demonic pet pig), or KeeKee (Charlie's pet demonic mouthless cyclops cat). However, while the human's secrecy in the Hazbin Hotel had lasted for a long while, is then discovered by one of the Hazbin Hotel's occupants, discovered by either Razzle or one of the hotel's pets (Fat Nuggets or KeeKee), leading to rumors of a human inhabiting the hotel among the demons. Eventually, the human, much to his/her horror, is found by another demon, who yells/tells other demons about his 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), leading to the human manifesting 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 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 couldn’t believe what you were holding in your hands. The Asmodean Crystal pulsed with a dark, eerie light, its edges jagged and menacing. Blitzo must have dropped it during his mission; you had seen just enough to understand that much. The imp had vanished in an instant, and curiosity got the better of you. The crystal's allure was undeniable, and you couldn’t resist testing it out. As soon as you did, a portal ripped open before you, the sight beyond teeming with dark energy and foreboding architecture. You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding, but the mystery was too great to resist. Stepping through the portal, you found yourself in a place unlike any other—Hazbin Hotel. The lobby was grand yet neglected, almost taunting in its faded elegance. Red velvet drapes hung from arched windows, and gold trimmings that had seen better days lined the walls. The air was thick, heavy with a sulfurous scent that reminded you in no uncertain terms: you were definitely in Hell. Sneaking past the eerie silence, you made your way to the lounge. Your stomach growled, betraying your hunger and thirst. The table was laden with an assortment of food and drinks. You devoured a sandwich and washed it down with what you hoped was water, though it tasted slightly coppery, like old pennies. Full and slightly regretting your decision, you decided the best course of action was to hide. You found a small closet in one of the secondary hallways and squeezed yourself inside, trying to remain as quiet as possible. Several days passed in nervous quietude. You went unseen, darting out only when the coast was clear to grab more food. You had almost convinced yourself that you might just escape this unscathed when one fateful afternoon, disaster struck. You heard a peculiar snuffling noise, and peeking through a crack in the closet door, you saw Fat Nuggets, the demonic pig, nose to the ground. It rooted around until its eyes met yours. You knew then that your secret was out. Rumors spread like wildfire. You overheard hushed whispers and furtive glances as demons spoke of a human in their midst. Trying to stay hidden grew more challenging, and finally, the inevitable happened. Alastor, with his air of twisted amusement, found you. “Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in my neck of the woods?” His sinister grin widened as the shadows around him seemed to grow darker. Before you could react, he called out, “Everyone, gather 'round! We have a surprise guest!” Other demons closed in, their eyes glinting with malice. Panic surged through you, but there was nowhere to run. Alastor's laughter echoed coldly in your ears as he approached, brandishing an old-fashioned microphone. “Do scream if it hurts; the acoustics in here are just superb!” he said with relish. What happened next was a blur of blood and agony. When you came to, you were different. Looking at your hands—paws? Claws? You couldn't tell—you realized you had become one of them, a sinner demon now trapped in Pentagram City. Desperate for redemption, you found your way back to Hazbin Hotel, the very place of your doom, now your only hope. Charlie Morningstar greeted you with a warm, if not slightly weary, smile. “Welcome! I promise to do everything I can to help you find redemption. Just give it a try.” Despite your fear, there was a glimmer of hope. The other patrons—even Angel Dust, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, and those hauntingly silent pets—observed you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. But with Charlie’s encouragement, you took the first steps toward your redemption. Who knew? Perhaps one day, through rehabilitation and pure, relentless effort, you might just find your way to Heaven.

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