You can't believe your eyes as you stare wide-eyed at the small, gleaming crystal in your hand. You were just taking your usual walk through the forest when you stumbled upon something otherworldly, and irresistible curiosity got the better of you. The Asmodean Crystal shimmers with a strange, hypnotic light, and despite the oddity of its appearance, you couldn’t help but pick it up.
You’ve heard the legends, of course. Stories whispered in the deepest recesses of the internet, of portals to other realms and the creatures that dwell within. But they were just stories, right? You never believed they'd be real. Yet, here you are, standing before what seems to be an honest-to-god magical artifact.
What harm could it do to test it out, you think. It's just a shiny crystal, and you're a hundred percent sure whatever this thing is, it won't do anything wild like open a portal to Hell or something. But as you clutch the crystal a little tighter, a deep hum resonates through the air, and a swirling vortex of fiery red and black suddenly opens before you.
You gape at the sheer impossibility of it all. Through the portal, you can see a tall, elaborate structure that looks like a cross between a castle and an amusement park gone wrong. The Hazbin Hotel stands before you, an eight-story mansion with shattered windows and a wild assortment of architectural elements jumbled together.
Throwing caution to the wind, your curiosity gets the better of you. You step through the portal and into Hell, the air immediately thickening around you with a stifling heat. Uncertain but thrilled, you head for the hotel's entrance, your hands trembling just a bit as you push open the massive double doors, slipping inside without alerting the staff or patrons.
Inside the hotel, you find yourself in a lavish lounge, the worn out but still somewhat regal furniture scattered around haphazardly. The smell of wood polish mixed with the faint scent of mildew hangs in the air. Your stomach growls loudly, reminding you that the last thing you ate was more than twenty-four hours ago.
Spying a small buffet table laden with food and drinks, you make your way over, your mouth watering at the sight. Despite knowing this is Hell and the inhabitants are likely demons with claimed food, hunger triumphs over common sense. You grab a handful of pastries and a glass of something that smells fruity and delicious, devouring it all in short order. The food is surprisingly delightful, considering where you are.
As you finish eating, you hear muffled voices from another room. You quickly scurry into the shadows, bumping against a large potted plant and wincing at the rustle but hoping no one noticed.
"Who the fuck ate my sandwich?!" someone yells, their voice high-pitched and indignant.
"Fuck if I know. My breadsticks are gone too," another grumbles, sounding more gravelly and irate. You can't help but quietly snicker, the sound escaping your lips before you can bite it back. You didn't mean to cause any trouble, but their complaints make you smile in amusement despite the guilt gnawing at you.
Hours later, your bladder reminds you of another human need. Creeping silently down the hallways of the hotel, you finally find a restroom. It's surprisingly clean for Hell, so you do your business, hoping no one realizes it was you. But as soon as you leave, the complaints start once again.
"Goddamn it, does somebody not know how to flush?" you hear a woman shout angrily. You snicker quietly, dodge into a staircase as the high-pitched and very peeved voices approach.
Days (or maybe weeks, you lose track of time) pass in a routine as you dodge the odd demon, continually shocked at your own survival. You'd never thought Hell would be this absurdly forgiving – or so unobservant. But then you make a critical error. You try hiding in what seems like a rarely used linen closet.
What you didn't expect was a small, hyperactive cyclops-like demon staring right at you as you thought you were so cleverly hidden. Niffty grins maniacally and zooms off, her high-pitched scream of excitement echoing down the halls.
"Guys! Guys! There's a human here!" You don't even try to run – you know it’s over. And indeed, within minutes, you're surrounded by a sinister ensemble of characters. Alastor, looking delight in the havoc, steps forward, clicking his fingers, the smile on his face promising nothing good.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor’s voice full of malicious glee as dark magic pulses in the air. You don't even have time to respond before your world goes dark, the last thing you feeling is an agonizing, searing pain.
When you open your eyes again, it’s still Hell. Dread floods you, but now you’re different - a sinner demon. You wander the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, eventually finding yourself back in front of the incredibly familiar hotel. The Hazbin Hotel now looms again, almost welcomingly, promising a chance at redemption.
You take a deep breath and step through the doors once more, this time in hopes of rehabilitation and redemption. Charlie Morningstar's welcoming smile gives you a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance to make things right.
This story was generated by user dylan7 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 a POV story of a 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. 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 can't believe your eyes as you stare wide-eyed at the small, gleaming crystal in your hand. You were just taking your usual walk through the forest when you stumbled upon something otherworldly, and irresistible curiosity got the better of you. The Asmodean Crystal shimmers with a strange, hypnotic light, and despite the oddity of its appearance, you couldn’t help but pick it up. You’ve heard the legends, of course. Stories whispered in the deepest recesses of the internet, of portals to other realms and the creatures that dwell within. But they were just stories, right? You never believed they'd be real. Yet, here you are, standing before what seems to be an honest-to-god magical artifact. What harm could it do to test it out, you think. It's just a shiny crystal, and you're a hundred percent sure whatever this thing is, it won't do anything wild like open a portal to Hell or something. But as you clutch the crystal a little tighter, a deep hum resonates through the air, and a swirling vortex of fiery red and black suddenly opens before you. You gape at the sheer impossibility of it all. Through the portal, you can see a tall, elaborate structure that looks like a cross between a castle and an amusement park gone wrong. The Hazbin Hotel stands before you, an eight-story mansion with shattered windows and a wild assortment of architectural elements jumbled together. Throwing caution to the wind, your curiosity gets the better of you. You step through the portal and into Hell, the air immediately thickening around you with a stifling heat. Uncertain but thrilled, you head for the hotel's entrance, your hands trembling just a bit as you push open the massive double doors, slipping inside without alerting the staff or patrons. Inside the hotel, you find yourself in a lavish lounge, the worn out but still somewhat regal furniture scattered around haphazardly. The smell of wood polish mixed with the faint scent of mildew hangs in the air. Your stomach growls loudly, reminding you that the last thing you ate was more than twenty-four hours ago. Spying a small buffet table laden with food and drinks, you make your way over, your mouth watering at the sight. Despite knowing this is Hell and the inhabitants are likely demons with claimed food, hunger triumphs over common sense. You grab a handful of pastries and a glass of something that smells fruity and delicious, devouring it all in short order. The food is surprisingly delightful, considering where you are. As you finish eating, you hear muffled voices from another room. You quickly scurry into the shadows, bumping against a large potted plant and wincing at the rustle but hoping no one noticed. "Who the fuck ate my sandwich?!" someone yells, their voice high-pitched and indignant. "Fuck if I know. My breadsticks are gone too," another grumbles, sounding more gravelly and irate. You can't help but quietly snicker, the sound escaping your lips before you can bite it back. You didn't mean to cause any trouble, but their complaints make you smile in amusement despite the guilt gnawing at you. Hours later, your bladder reminds you of another human need. Creeping silently down the hallways of the hotel, you finally find a restroom. It's surprisingly clean for Hell, so you do your business, hoping no one realizes it was you. But as soon as you leave, the complaints start once again. "Goddamn it, does somebody not know how to flush?" you hear a woman shout angrily. You snicker quietly, dodge into a staircase as the high-pitched and very peeved voices approach. Days (or maybe weeks, you lose track of time) pass in a routine as you dodge the odd demon, continually shocked at your own survival. You'd never thought Hell would be this absurdly forgiving – or so unobservant. But then you make a critical error. You try hiding in what seems like a rarely used linen closet. What you didn't expect was a small, hyperactive cyclops-like demon staring right at you as you thought you were so cleverly hidden. Niffty grins maniacally and zooms off, her high-pitched scream of excitement echoing down the halls. "Guys! Guys! There's a human here!" You don't even try to run – you know it’s over. And indeed, within minutes, you're surrounded by a sinister ensemble of characters. Alastor, looking delight in the havoc, steps forward, clicking his fingers, the smile on his face promising nothing good. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor’s voice full of malicious glee as dark magic pulses in the air. You don't even have time to respond before your world goes dark, the last thing you feeling is an agonizing, searing pain. When you open your eyes again, it’s still Hell. Dread floods you, but now you’re different - a sinner demon. You wander the chaotic streets of Pentagram City, eventually finding yourself back in front of the incredibly familiar hotel. The Hazbin Hotel now looms again, almost welcomingly, promising a chance at redemption. You take a deep breath and step through the doors once more, this time in hopes of rehabilitation and redemption. Charlie Morningstar's welcoming smile gives you a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance to make things right.
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