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Sins Redeemed: Journey Through the Hazbin Hotel as a Human

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You find yourself wandering in the dim, dusty attic of an old library, combing through relics and remnants of yesteryear. Amidst the musty books and forgotten trinkets, something glints and catches your eye—an otherworldly shimmer that stands out against the mundane clutter. Curiosity draws you closer, and there, nestled between frayed scrolls and cracked leather-bound tomes, lies what can only be described as an Asmodean Crystal.

"How the heck did this get here?" you mutter, picking up the crystalline object, its cool surface brimming with latent energy.

With innocent curiosity, you rub its surface, and suddenly, a vibrant, swirling portal tears through the fabric of reality before you. Your pulse quickens with excitement and apprehension. Against all better judgment, the allure of the unknown tugs at you, pulling you toward the portal.

You step through.

On the other side lies the Hazbin Hotel, grand and bizarre, its towering structure adorned with remnants of airships and carousels. Neon lights flicker garishly—“HOTEL,” “On Air”—directing your steps toward the entrance. Entering, you are greeted by a scene of chaotic elegance, as if a decadent ballroom had collided with a haunted house and decided to live together in uneasy truce.

You make your way to the lounge, your stomach gnawing at you with the reminder of a day's fast. The spread on the dining table looks like a cornucopia of delectables; exotic fruits, sumptuous pastries, and what appears to be a variety of hellish delicacies. Without a second thought, you start sampling the food and drinks. You figure—wrongly—that it’s all for the taking.

You devour several pastries and gulp down a glass of curious, effervescent liquid. Feeling slightly guilty, you move to find a hiding spot before anyone notices. A gold-gilt painting of a snake-eyed demon accuses you silently from the wall. You duck behind a set of crimson curtains near the stage, their velvet folds providing just enough cover.

Time stretches, and the hotel's denizens begin to wander in and out of the lounge. You almost laugh out loud when you hear Vaggie’s shrill voice pierce the room, "Who the fuck ate my food!?"

Angel Dust saunters in, a shocking fluff of white and pink against the red decor. “Oh, someone’s gonna get their ass kicked for touching my stash,” he hisses.

Husk grumbles, fur standing on end, “I bet it was that freakin’ hellhound, Loona, from I.M.P.! Always got her paws where they don’t belong. Goddammit.”

Suppressing a giggle, your shoulders shake. It’s all very amusing, really, even if a small part of you feels guilty for the unseen theft.

Your stomach grumbles again, and you dart away from your hiding spot to find a restroom. With luck, you find one quickly and take care of business. However, upon exiting, you find the demons’ complaints about the foul smell you left behind highly entertaining. “Oh my gosh, what died in here?” Niffty squeals, disgust etched on her tiny face as she peeks in.

“Husk, not you again with your shitty alcohol shits!” Vaggie yells.

“It wasn’t… goddammit!” Husk protests, looking genuinely insulted.

Days turn into weeks, and you manage to evade detection, though not without causing more than a bit of chaos—misplaced items, food going missing, strange smells. Then, your luck runs out.

Niffty's shrieking voice echoes through the hallway, “Eeeek! A human! A freaking human!”

Before you can react, you’re surrounded. Wide-eyed and overwhelmed, you stumble backward, only to feel cold, skeletal fingers clamp around your wrist.

Alastor’s eyes gleam with sadistic delight. “Well, well, well, what carnivorous fun we’ll have! Humans are such rare delicacies nowadays,” he chuckles, malevolent glee twisting his face into an unsettling mask.

Before you can scream, your vision blurs, and blood splatters the floor of the Hazbin Hotel. Pain blossoms through your body as Alastor’s dark magic tears through you, no mercy in his eyes.

Your soul awakens in the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, newly transformed into a sinner demon. The agony of your rebirth sears through your consciousness, but a bizarre sense of purpose begins to settle. You want redemption.

Pushed by this newfound goal, you find your way back to the foreboding yet oddly welcoming entrance of the Hazbin Hotel. Trembling, you step inside. Charlie Morningstar, with her radiant smile, welcomes you.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Would you like to check in?” she asks, her friendly demeanor a beacon in the dismal landscape of Hell.

“I—yes, I do,” you reply, mustering every ounce of courage left in your demon form.

You begin your journey toward redemption, mingling with the other patrons, sharing stories of your life, and participating in the hotel's various therapies and support groups. Hope sparks in the depths of your infernal heart, and the path to rehabilitation in the Hazbin Hotel begins.

This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli 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 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 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 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 to let the other demons know), 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 before one of them (most likely Alastor, who enjoys chaos such as this) 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: You find yourself wandering in the dim, dusty attic of an old library, combing through relics and remnants of yesteryear. Amidst the musty books and forgotten trinkets, something glints and catches your eye—an otherworldly shimmer that stands out against the mundane clutter. Curiosity draws you closer, and there, nestled between frayed scrolls and cracked leather-bound tomes, lies what can only be described as an Asmodean Crystal. "How the heck did this get here?" you mutter, picking up the crystalline object, its cool surface brimming with latent energy. With innocent curiosity, you rub its surface, and suddenly, a vibrant, swirling portal tears through the fabric of reality before you. Your pulse quickens with excitement and apprehension. Against all better judgment, the allure of the unknown tugs at you, pulling you toward the portal. You step through. On the other side lies the Hazbin Hotel, grand and bizarre, its towering structure adorned with remnants of airships and carousels. Neon lights flicker garishly—“HOTEL,” “On Air”—directing your steps toward the entrance. Entering, you are greeted by a scene of chaotic elegance, as if a decadent ballroom had collided with a haunted house and decided to live together in uneasy truce. You make your way to the lounge, your stomach gnawing at you with the reminder of a day's fast. The spread on the dining table looks like a cornucopia of delectables; exotic fruits, sumptuous pastries, and what appears to be a variety of hellish delicacies. Without a second thought, you start sampling the food and drinks. You figure—wrongly—that it’s all for the taking. You devour several pastries and gulp down a glass of curious, effervescent liquid. Feeling slightly guilty, you move to find a hiding spot before anyone notices. A gold-gilt painting of a snake-eyed demon accuses you silently from the wall. You duck behind a set of crimson curtains near the stage, their velvet folds providing just enough cover. Time stretches, and the hotel's denizens begin to wander in and out of the lounge. You almost laugh out loud when you hear Vaggie’s shrill voice pierce the room, "Who the fuck ate my food!?" Angel Dust saunters in, a shocking fluff of white and pink against the red decor. “Oh, someone’s gonna get their ass kicked for touching my stash,” he hisses. Husk grumbles, fur standing on end, “I bet it was that freakin’ imp Loona! Always got her paws where they don’t belong. Goddammit.” Suppressing a giggle, your shoulders shake. It’s all very amusing, really, even if a small part of you feels guilty for the unseen theft. Your stomach grumbles again, and you dart away from your hiding spot to find a restroom. With luck, you find one quickly and take care of business. However, upon exiting, you find the demons’ complaints about the foul smell you left behind highly entertaining. “God, what died in here?” Niffty squeals, disgust etched on her tiny face as she peeks in. “Husk, not you again with your shitty alcohol shits!” Vaggie yells. “It wasn’t… goddammit!” Husk protests, looking genuinely insulted. Days turn into weeks, and you manage to evade detection, though not without causing more than a bit of chaos—misplaced items, food going missing, strange smells. Then, your luck runs out. Niffty's shrieking voice echoes through the hallway, “Eeeek! A human! A freaking human!” Before you can react, you’re surrounded. Wide-eyed and overwhelmed, you stumble backward, only to feel cold, skeletal fingers clamp around your wrist. Alastor’s eyes gleam with sadistic delight. “Well, well, well, what carnivorous fun we’ll have! Humans are such rare delicacies nowadays,” he chuckles, malevolent glee twisting his face into an unsettling mask. Before you can scream, your vision blurs, and blood splatters the floor of the Hazbin Hotel. Pain blossoms through your body as Alastor’s dark magic tears through you, no mercy in his eyes. Your soul awakens in the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, newly transformed into a sinner demon. The agony of your rebirth sears through your consciousness, but a bizarre sense of purpose begins to settle. You want redemption. Pushed by this newfound goal, you find your way back to the foreboding yet oddly welcoming entrance of the Hazbin Hotel. Trembling, you step inside. Charlie Morningstar, with her radiant smile, welcomes you. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Would you like to check in?” she asks, her friendly demeanor a beacon in the dismal landscape of Hell. “I—yes, I do,” you reply, mustering every ounce of courage left in your demon form. You begin your journey toward redemption, mingling with the other patrons, sharing stories of your life, and participating in the hotel's various therapies and support groups. Hope sparks in the depths of your infernal heart, and the path to rehabilitation in the Hazbin Hotel begins.

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