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Asmodean Crystal: Human's Journey Through Hell's Redemption Through Hazbin Hotel

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Under the blistering heat of the midday sun, you make your way through the abandoned park—a testament to a place once filled with laughter now left to decay. Your feet crunch against the overgrown gravel path until you stumble upon a peculiar sight: a glimmering black crystal pulsating with a crimson aura. You kneel down, momentarily entranced by its dark beauty. You pick it up cautiously, trepidation mingling with curiosity. What harm could testing it do?

As you hold the Asmodean Crystal, its luminescence suddenly intensifies, casting your surroundings in an eerie red glow. Before you can react, reality tears open in front of you with a violent shimmer. The air grows heavy with the scent of sulfur and the distant echoes of tormented souls. A swirling vortex beckons, and against all reason, you step through.

You emerge in a strange, otherworldly place. The sky is a perpetual blood-red, and the scent of brimstone hangs thick in the air. "Where... where am I?" you murmur, but no answer comes. You find yourself in front of a grandiose yet garish hotel—The Hazbin Hotel, its ominous facade staring down at you.

Curiosity pushes you forward, and as you step through the hotel's entrance, you make sure you aren’t seen. The opulent interior feels bizarrely inviting, despite the demon clientele you catch glimpses of in the shadows. Your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven't eaten in hours.

Navigating the hotel carefully, you find the lounge room. Platters of food and goblets of drinks lay strewn about—a feast too tempting to resist. “I doubt anyone will miss just a little,” you whisper to yourself as you take a bite of a particularly sumptuous piece of roasted meat and gulp down a refreshing drink.

Sated, but cognizant of the risk, you seek a place to hide and wait until you can understand more of this peculiar place. You find a secluded corner closet and curl up inside. Over the days, you survive off pilfered food and make covert trips to the restroom. Each visit causing quite the uproar among the demons who claim to detect the foul stench, despite your efforts to be stealthy.

One such moment draws the ire of the feisty Vaggie. "Oh, for fuck's sake! I'm getting sick of smelling this shit, literally! Who's the disgusting bastard behind it?" she rages in the hallway.

Angel Dust chimes in, rolling his eyes. "Whoever it is, they could at least try pretending they have manners! This place already stinks of sin, don't need more literal stink."

Husk curses under his breath, lifting his goblet. "Least they could do is let me drink myself into a stupor without gagging on the stench."

Despite tightening patrols and increased complaints, you remain undiscovered. Your luck fittingly for Hell, runs out when Niffty, the small hyperactive cyclops demon, stumbles upon you tucked in your hiding spot.

"Oh my gosh! A human! I’ve found a human! Guys, GUYS!" she squeals, her excitement piercing the air.

Fear freezes your breath as you realize your time of remaining hidden is over. Rumors of your presence spread like Hellfire. Although Niffty’s discovery is mere hours prior, the dreadful encounter ensues with alarming speed. You dart from your hiding spot, only to run smack into another resident. Your heart sinks as Alastor, the Radio Demon, smiles a grin that could slice through bone.

"Well, what do we have here? A sneaky little intruder." His voice is velvety smooth and full of malice. You scarcely have a moment to cry out before the demons encircle you, blocking every escape.

Niffty’s grin remains as she chatters, "Found him! Now, what should we do with our little friend?"

Alastor’s devilish smile widens. “Oh, I have just the thing.” He savagely lashes out, eradicating the fragile thread of your mortal existence in a whirlwind of torment.

When the haze of violence fades, you awake in Pentagram City—Hell's urban labyrinth. In this demonic form, a sinner demon, you most certainly feel the weight of your sinful trespassing. Redeemed souls live in your memory, a beacon you strive towards.

Hazbin Hotel remains your sanctuary of redemption albeit starting out as the site of your end. Charlie Morningstar welcomes you back; her compassionate gaze, a sliver of hope in this damned place.

“Welcome, aspiring redeemer! You're safe now," she assures you warmly, her presence inexplicably calming. With newfound determination, you embark on this arduous journey, seeking redemption among the peculiar, roguish residents of the world’s most unusual rehabilitation home. Here, you build towards forgiveness, a hope of eventual celestial ascent, a new integral narrative in the Hazbin Hotel's unique story.

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 a 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 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 (despite the human having already flushed the toilet, the smell still lingers), while they do not know 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: Under the blistering heat of the midday sun, you make your way through the abandoned park—a testament to a place once filled with laughter now left to decay. Your feet crunch against the overgrown gravel path until you stumble upon a peculiar sight: a glimmering black crystal pulsating with a crimson aura. You kneel down, momentarily entranced by its dark beauty. You pick it up cautiously, trepidation mingling with curiosity. What harm could testing it do? As you hold the Asmodean Crystal, its luminescence suddenly intensifies, casting your surroundings in an eerie red glow. Before you can react, reality tears open in front of you with a violent shimmer. The air grows heavy with the scent of sulfur and the distant echoes of tormented souls. A swirling vortex beckons, and against all reason, you step through. You emerge in a strange, otherworldly place. The sky is a perpetual blood-red, and the scent of brimstone hangs thick in the air. "Where... where am I?" you murmur, but no answer comes. You find yourself in front of a grandiose yet garish hotel—The Hazbin Hotel, its ominous facade staring down at you. Curiosity pushes you forward, and as you step through the hotel's entrance, you make sure you aren’t seen. The opulent interior feels bizarrely inviting, despite the demon clientele you catch glimpses of in the shadows. Your stomach growls, reminding you that you haven't eaten in hours. Navigating the hotel carefully, you find the lounge room. Platters of food and goblets of drinks lay strewn about—a feast too tempting to resist. “I doubt anyone will miss just a little,” you whisper to yourself as you take a bite of a particularly sumptuous piece of roasted meat and gulp down a refreshing drink. Sated, but cognizant of the risk, you seek a place to hide and wait until you can understand more of this peculiar place. You find a secluded corner closet and curl up inside. Over the days, you survive off pilfered food and make covert trips to the restroom. Each visit causing quite the uproar among the demons who claim to detect the foul stench, despite your efforts to be stealthy. One such moment draws the ire of the feisty Vaggie. "Oh, for fuck's sake! I'm getting sick of smelling this shit, literally! Who's the disgusting bastard behind it?" she rages in the hallway. Angel Dust chimes in, rolling his eyes. "Whoever it is, they could at least try pretending they have manners! This place already stinks of sin, don't need more literal stink." Husk curses under his breath, lifting his goblet. "Least they could do is let me drink myself into a stupor without gagging on the stench." Despite tightening patrols and increased complaints, you remain undiscovered. Your luck fittingly for Hell, runs out when Niffty, the small hyperactive cyclops demon, stumbles upon you tucked in your hiding spot. "Oh my gosh! A human! I’ve found a human! Guys, GUYS!" she squeals, her excitement piercing the air. Fear freezes your breath as you realize your time of remaining hidden is over. Rumors of your presence spread like Hellfire. Although Niffty’s discovery is mere hours prior, the dreadful encounter ensues with alarming speed. You dart from your hiding spot, only to run smack into another resident. Your heart sinks as Alastor, the Radio Demon, smiles a grin that could slice through bone. "Well, what do we have here? A sneaky little intruder." His voice is velvety smooth and full of malice. You scarcely have a moment to cry out before the demons encircle you, blocking every escape. Niffty’s grin remains as she chatters, "Found him! Now, what should we do with our little friend?" Alastor’s devilish smile widens. “Oh, I have just the thing.” He savagely lashes out, eradicating the fragile thread of your mortal existence in a whirlwind of torment. When the haze of violence fades, you awake in Pentagram City—Hell's urban labyrinth. In this demonic form, a sinner demon, you most certainly feel the weight of your sinful trespassing. Redeemed souls live in your memory, a beacon you strive towards. Hazbin Hotel remains your sanctuary of redemption albeit starting out as the site of your end. Charlie Morningstar welcomes you back; her compassionate gaze, a sliver of hope in this damned place. “Welcome, aspiring redeemer! You're safe now," she assures you warmly, her presence inexplicably calming. With newfound determination, you embark on this arduous journey, seeking redemption among the peculiar, roguish residents of the world’s most unusual rehabilitation home. Here, you build towards forgiveness, a hope of eventual celestial ascent, a new integral narrative in the Hazbin Hotel's unique story.

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