Tendrils of curiosity wrapped around your mind as you fingered the strange crystal. Its deep amber glowed, pulsing gently, and you could feel the thrumming of otherworldly energy beneath the surface. You had found it, purely by chance, tangled in the roots of an old oak tree. It must have fallen from a passerby, you assumed, but little did you know that it was an artifact from the hands of demonic beings.
You tapped the crystal lightly, half expecting nothing remarkable to happen. Instead, a gust of wind burst from the crystal, whipping around you. Sparks of crimson and gold showered the ground and the air seemed to fractalize, pulling apart like a cosmic tapestry.
A portal yawned open before you, revealing a blood-red pathway leading to a building of ornate, surreal architecture. Despite the foreboding atmosphere, your curiosity nudged you forward. One cautious step at a time, you traversed the portal's threshold and found yourself standing in front of a structure like no other: The Hazbin Hotel.
The building was resplendently macabre, an extravagant mirror of hellish grandeur. Arched windows, some broken and others stained with glistening reds, flickering neons that spelled out vague promises and warnings, and a literal circus booth serving as the entrance.
An overwhelming sense of wonder pushed you to enter. You slipped through the double doors, their stained glass now a riot of colors catching fleeting hints of the underworld's glow. The lobby, draped in regal reds and golds, felt surprisingly welcoming, but you couldn't miss the eerie eye motifs and circled remnants of what appeared to be skeletons, snakes, and card themes scattered throughout the room.
Your stomach growled, reminding you of your lack of sustenance over the past day. At the sight of a large table arrayed with food and drinks, you nearly salivated. Surely, no one would miss a bite or two, you reasoned. Eating eagerly, you sated your hunger, unaware that this food likely belonged to the hotel’s strange denizens.
Feeling slightly more at ease, you sought to explore but were wary of being discovered. Slipping into the shadows, you found an unused room and tucked yourself in for a brief rest. Your mind buzzing with the dual sensations of adventure and peril, you hoped to remain undiscovered.
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"Alright, who the fuck ate my snacks?" a voice boomed from the hallway.
Your heart stopped. Instinctively inching closer to the door, you recognized the voice.
"Angel Dust, you can’t just claim everything!" Another voice, this one fuming with frustrated energy, likely Vaggie.
"Can people stop touchin’ my goddamn beer!" Now Husk’s gravelly tone cut through.
You covered your mouth, suppressing a laugh at the squabbling. The absurdity of demons bickering over food was somewhat hilarious, even if you felt guilty about being the cause.
As the day went on, you hid expertly, but there were bouts where nature called. You tiptoed to the nearest restroom, doing your business quietly. Unfortunately, the demon sense of smell was evidently far more acute than yours.
"Oh, for the love of! Who the fu--" Husk's curses echoed down the hall, the stench a clear violation.
“There could be kids around!” Vaggie added, her voice dripping with disgust.
You flushed quickly and hurried back to your hiding spot, amused by their dramatic reactions.
Your mischief continued until, inevitably, you were discovered.
You felt a presence looming over, smaller than one would expect for what felt like a predator, but the hairs on the nape of your neck prickled. You turned to find a small, one-eyed figure grinning up at you – Niffty.
"Oh boy, a human!” she shrieked, her voice radiating manic glee. “Folks, you gotta see this!"
Your stiffened limbs betrayed you, and you knew your short-lived freedom was over. Your hiding place soon swarmed with sinister curiosities. The odd entourage of demons cornered you, their eyes gleaming with dark amusement and bewilderment.
A tall figure with a twisted, unnervingly joyful grin advanced towards you, his aura exuding eerie malice. Alastor.
"Well, well, an uninvited guest. What a delightful surprise," he mused, the essence of chaos dancing in his eyes.
You swallowed hard, terror encapsulating every fiber of your being. You tried to plead, to cry out, but it was too late. Alastor’s power surged, and everything went dark.
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Pain receded as you opened your eyes in a different part of Hell. This was your new demonic form, marked irreversibly as a sinner. The memories of your human life flickered through your mind — sadness, regret, and the weight of your actions pressed heavy, yet so did the flicker of hope.
Rehabilitation. Redemption. If there was a place where such a thing was promised, it was the Hazbin Hotel. You approached its ominous grandeur once more, your new life both cursed yet filled with potential. Charlie greeted you warmly at the entrance, and as you stepped inside, determination welled within you. This time, you would make it right.
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.
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Prompt: Write the POV story of a 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. 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: Tendrils of curiosity wrapped around your mind as you fingered the strange crystal. Its deep amber glowed, pulsing gently, and you could feel the thrumming of otherworldly energy beneath the surface. You had found it, purely by chance, tangled in the roots of an old oak tree. It must have fallen from a passerby, you assumed, but little did you know that it was an artifact from the hands of demonic beings. You tapped the crystal lightly, half expecting nothing remarkable to happen. Instead, a gust of wind burst from the crystal, whipping around you. Sparks of crimson and gold showered the ground and the air seemed to fractalize, pulling apart like a cosmic tapestry. A portal yawned open before you, revealing a blood-red pathway leading to a building of ornate, surreal architecture. Despite the foreboding atmosphere, your curiosity nudged you forward. One cautious step at a time, you traversed the portal's threshold and found yourself standing in front of a structure like no other: The Hazbin Hotel. The building was resplendently macabre, an extravagant mirror of hellish grandeur. Arched windows, some broken and others stained with glistening reds, flickering neons that spelled out vague promises and warnings, and a literal circus booth serving as the entrance. An overwhelming sense of wonder pushed you to enter. You slipped through the double doors, their stained glass now a riot of colors catching fleeting hints of the underworld's glow. The lobby, draped in regal reds and golds, felt surprisingly welcoming, but you couldn't miss the eerie eye motifs and circled remnants of what appeared to be skeletons, snakes, and card themes scattered throughout the room. Your stomach growled, reminding you of your lack of sustenance over the past day. At the sight of a large table arrayed with food and drinks, you nearly salivated. Surely, no one would miss a bite or two, you reasoned. Eating eagerly, you sated your hunger, unaware that this food likely belonged to the hotel’s strange denizens. Feeling slightly more at ease, you sought to explore but were wary of being discovered. Slipping into the shadows, you found an unused room and tucked yourself in for a brief rest. Your mind buzzing with the dual sensations of adventure and peril, you hoped to remain undiscovered. ------------ "Alright, who the fuck ate my snacks?" a voice boomed from the hallway. Your heart stopped. Instinctively inching closer to the door, you recognized the voice. "Dust, you can’t just claim everything!" Another voice, this one fuming with frustrated energy, likely Vaggie. "Can people stop touchin’ my goddamn beer!" Now Husk’s gravelly tone cut through. You covered your mouth, suppressing a laugh at the squabbling. The absurdity of demons bickering over food was somewhat hilarious, even if you felt guilty about being the cause. As the day went on, you hid expertly, but there were bouts where nature called. You tiptoed to the nearest restroom, doing your business quietly. Unfortunately, the demon sense of smell was evidently far more acute than yours. "Oh, for the love of! Who the fu--" Husk's curses echoed down the hall, the stench a clear violation. “There could be kids around!” Vaggie added, her voice dripping with disgust. You flushed quickly and hurried back to your hiding spot, amused by their dramatic reactions. Your mischief continued until, inevitably, you were discovered. You felt a presence looming over, smaller than one would expect for what felt like a predator, but the hairs on the nape of your neck prickled. You turned to find a small, one-eyed figure grinning up at you – Niffty. "Oh boy, a human!” she shrieked, her voice radiating manic glee. “Folks, you gotta see this!" Your stiffened limbs betrayed you, and you knew your short-lived freedom was over. Your hiding place soon swarmed with sinister curiosities. The odd entourage of demons cornered you, their eyes gleaming with dark amusement and bewilderment. A tall figure with a twisted, unnervingly joyful grin advanced towards you, his aura exuding eerie malice. Alastor. "Well, well, an uninvited guest. What a delightful surprise," he mused, the essence of chaos dancing in his eyes. You swallowed hard, terror encapsulating every fiber of your being. You tried to plead, to cry out, but it was too late. Alastor’s power surged, and everything went dark. ------------ Pain receded as you opened your eyes in a different part of Hell. This was your new demonic form, marked irreversibly as a sinner. The memories of your human life flickered through your mind — sadness, regret, and the weight of your actions pressed heavy, yet so did the flicker of hope. Rehabilitation. Redemption. If there was a place where such a thing was promised, it was the Hazbin Hotel. You approached its ominous grandeur once more, your new life both cursed yet filled with potential. Charlie greeted you warmly at the entrance, and as you stepped inside, determination welled within you. This time, you would make it right.
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