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The Asmodean Crystal glows with an otherworldly light in your hand, pulsating with an energy that tempts you beyond control. You had found it merely by chance, or maybe it had found you. Dropped carelessly in your path, it was too enchanting to ignore—its alluring shimmer promising secrets of the universe.
Curiosity piqued, you decide to see where this strange artifact would take you, unaware of the significant shift about to unfold in your life. You lightly touch its surface, and with a flash of light, a portal tears open in front of you. Heart pounding, you peer through the interdimensional rift to discover a grand, albeit eerie, hotel entrance.
With no ill intention, just innocent intrigue, you step forward, entering the unknown. As you pass through the towering double doors, you find yourself within the Hazbin Hotel—its name carved in elaborate script above the archway. The hotel's grand entrance is a mishmash of elegance and decay, with hints of a former glory now stained by the passage of time.
In cautious silence, you explore its corridors. Before long, you stumble upon the lounge room, an extravagant space filled with more food and drink than any one person could want. Hunger and thirst claw at you. "Who's going to miss a little?" you tell yourself and indulge in a feast of snacks and sips, quelling your physical needs without considering the consequences.
Unseen and undetected, you delve further into the hotel's bowels, seeking a place to hide, your nerves settling into cautious routine over several days or perhaps weeks.
Your clandestine existence is punctuated by moments of narrowly escaping detection. You use the restroom, gratefully emptying your bladder and bowels, but to your chagrin, the foul odor draws complaints.
"You smell that shit?" Angel Dust's voice penetrates the lounge's thick air. "God, it reeks!"
"Ugh, what the fuck, Angel? Was that you?" Vaggie shoots back, her face scrunched in disgust.
"Don't look at me! Probably Husk. Damn cat smells like a brewery shit itself anyway," Angel Dust retorts.
"Both of you, shut up. I'm trying to concentrate," Husk grumbles, nursing a drink at the bar with an unmistakable scowl.
Your heartbeat quickens every time voices draw near, a creeping dread building inside you. Just as you begin to relax once more, convincing yourself that you're safe, a sudden and gleeful shriek pierces your hiding spot.
"Oh my gosh, look what I found!" Niffty squeals, eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement as she peers at you.
Before you can react, her small frame darts off to alert the others. Panic rising, you brace yourself, knowing the inevitable has been set into motion.
Hours—possibly days—later, another noise draws your attention. Your senses alert, you turn to find Razzle, the tiny winged goat demon, staring at you intently. The demon is silent but the panic in your chest screams as loud as any siren.
Soon enough, the rumors catch fire like dry timber. “A human in the hotel?” Angel Dust scoffs. “This I’ve gotta see.”
The other demons rapidly close in, cornering you with eyes that burn with malice and amusement. Alastor, the Radio Demon, steps forward, his smile a macabre grin.
“Well, well, well,” he says, tone dripping with sinister delight. “A human in our midst. How delightful.”
“Please, I didn’t mean any harm,” you plead, but your words fall on deaf ears.
The scene erupts in a frantic chaos; you don't even have time to process it all. Alastor’s demonic form towers before you, and with a swift movement, pain—intense, excruciating—rips through you. Blood fills your vision as your life ends in gratuitous gore.
When your eyes open again, the disorienting chaos of manifestation swirls around you. The allegiances formed in life twist into new, grotesque shapes, your own form now altered by the dark nature of Hell's corruption. You are a sinner demon.
Trembling from the shock of it all, you wander aimlessly until the all-too-familiar silhouette of the Hazbin Hotel stands before you once again. Determined now to atone, you enter the hotel, met by Charlie Morningstar’s welcoming gaze.
"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," she says warmly. "Ready to redeem yourself?"
“Yes,” you answer without hesitation, allowing the journey to redemption to take its first, tentative steps forward. You integrate yourself with the other denizens, hoping one day, you too might find your way to Heaven.
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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 the 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), 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 (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 also uses one of the hotel's restroom to get rid of his/her pee and poop, while also not being 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 complains about that smell coming from the restroom, while not knowing 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 smile 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 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 (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 glows with an otherworldly light in your hand, pulsating with an energy that tempts you beyond control. You had found it merely by chance, or maybe it had found you. Dropped carelessly in your path, it was too enchanting to ignore—its alluring shimmer promising secrets of the universe. Curiosity piqued, you decide to see where this strange artifact would take you, unaware of the significant shift about to unfold in your life. You lightly touch its surface, and with a flash of light, a portal tears open in front of you. Heart pounding, you peer through the interdimensional rift to discover a grand, albeit eerie, hotel entrance. With no ill intention, just innocent intrigue, you step forward, entering the unknown. As you pass through the towering double doors, you find yourself within the Hazbin Hotel—its name carved in elaborate script above the archway. The hotel's grand entrance is a mishmash of elegance and decay, with hints of a former glory now stained by the passage of time. In cautious silence, you explore its corridors. Before long, you stumble upon the lounge room, an extravagant space filled with more food and drink than any one person could want. Hunger and thirst claw at you. "Who's going to miss a little?" you tell yourself and indulge in a feast of snacks and sips, quelling your physical needs without considering the consequences. Unseen and undetected, you delve further into the hotel's bowels, seeking a place to hide, your nerves settling into cautious routine over several days or perhaps weeks. Your clandestine existence is punctuated by moments of narrowly escaping detection. You use the restroom, gratefully emptying your bladder and bowels, but to your chagrin, the foul odor draws complaints. "You smell that shit?" Angel Dust's voice penetrates the lounge's thick air. "God, it reeks!" "Ugh, what the fuck, Angel? Was that you?" Vaggie shoots back, her face scrunched in disgust. "Don't look at me! Probably Husk. Damn cat smells like a brewery shit itself anyway," Angel Dust retorts. "Both of you, shut up. I'm trying to concentrate," Husk grumbles, nursing a drink at the bar with an unmistakable scowl. Your heartbeat quickens every time voices draw near, a creeping dread building inside you. Just as you begin to relax once more, convincing yourself that you're safe, a sudden and gleeful shriek pierces your hiding spot. "Oh my gosh, look what I found!" Niffty squeals, eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement as she peers at you. Before you can react, her small frame darts off to alert the others. Panic rising, you brace yourself, knowing the inevitable has been set into motion. Hours—possibly days—later, another noise draws your attention. Your senses alert, you turn to find Razzle, the tiny winged goat demon, staring at you intently. The demon is silent but the panic in your chest screams as loud as any siren. Soon enough, the rumors catch fire like dry timber. “A human in the hotel?” Angel Dust scoffs. “This I’ve gotta see.” The other demons rapidly close in, cornering you with eyes that burn with malice and amusement. Alastor, the Radio Demon, steps forward, his smile a macabre grin. “Well, well, well,” he says, tone dripping with sinister delight. “A human in our midst. How delightful.” “Please, I didn’t mean any harm,” you plead, but your words fall on deaf ears. The scene erupts in a frantic chaos; you don't even have time to process it all. Alastor’s demonic form towers before you, and with a swift movement, pain—intense, excruciating—rips through you. Blood fills your vision as your life ends in gratuitous gore. When your eyes open again, the disorienting chaos of manifestation swirls around you. The allegiances formed in life twist into new, grotesque shapes, your own form now altered by the dark nature of Hell's corruption. You are a sinner demon. Trembling from the shock of it all, you wander aimlessly until the all-too-familiar silhouette of the Hazbin Hotel stands before you once again. Determined now to atone, you enter the hotel, met by Charlie Morningstar’s welcoming gaze. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," she says warmly. "Ready to redeem yourself?" “Yes,” you answer without hesitation, allowing the journey to redemption to take its first, tentative steps forward. You integrate yourself with the other denizens, hoping one day, you too might find your way to Heaven. —
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