"Asmodean Crystal: Humans Twisted Path to Redemption in the Hazbin Hotel"
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Your hands tremble as you hold the Asmodean Crystal, an otherworldly artifact that glows with a faint, eerie light. You found it just outside your favorite park, lying among the autumn leaves, completely out of place. Curious about its origin and power, you turn the crystal over in your hand, marveling at its intricate design. You can't explain why, but you have the strange compulsion to see what it does. Before you can second-guess yourself, you place it on the ground and tap it lightly.
A sudden swirl of green and dark energy materializes before you, and the air ripples with a sound akin to distant thunder. A portal opens, revealing the entrance to what looks like an oddly sophisticated, yet uncanny hotel. A sign above the entrance reads "Hazbin Hotel." Curiosity outweighs your fear, and you step through the portal, feeling a chill as you do.
The world on the other side is a far cry from the calm park you left behind. The air is heavy with the smell of brimstone and something else oddly sweet. The architecture is a bizarre mix of old-timey splendor and gothic horror. As you walk through the grand entrance doors without being seen, you enter a richly decorated lounge, filled with plush furniture that looks both inviting and intimidating.
Your stomach growls loudly, echoing in the grand yet eerily silent lounge. You find a table laden with an assortment of food and drink. You rationalize that since no one is around to stop you, a small trespass won't hurt. You grab a sandwich and a drink, devouring the food with a hunger you had not realized was so intense.
Done with your impromptu meal, you notice your bladder aching. Finding a restroom, you relieve yourself, hoping the flush will disguise your presence. However, the smell from the small, oppressive room lingers no matter how much you hope it won't.
"What the fuck is that smell?" a female voice echoes from outside the restroom. You shrink back, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Probably Husk shitting out Satan's own breakfast again," a sarcastic male voice chimes in.
"I fucking hope not, but something reeks." The female's tone sharpens. "I'm gonna find what the hell is causing it."
Your breath catches as you slip out of the restroom, your body pressed to the wall, straining to blend in with the shadows. You spend the next several hours, perhaps even a day, eluding the attention of the hotel's staff and inhabitants. Now and then, the smell of the food you devoured or the lingering traces of your restroom visit elicit complaints, but somehow you evade detection.
One afternoon, you decide to risk the lounge again, your hunger gnawing at you mercilessly. As you tiptoe through the hallway, a tiny, excitable figure darts out from a nearby room. Her one eye—the only thing on her small, cyclopean face—lights up when she sees you.
"A human! Guys, there's a human here!" she screams, her voice a mix of cheerfulness and alarm. Panic sets in as you try to run, but it's too late.
Rumors of your presence spread like wildfire. Despite your best efforts to remain hidden, eventually, a tall, captivating figure with a wide, unsettling smile corners you. The air thickens with his magic.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor's voice oozes with dark amusement. "A trespasser in my humble abode?"
Seconds later, the other demons surround you. Fear floods your mind as your fate becomes clear. Blood and gore follow swiftly as Alastor makes his move, your screams mingling with their laughter.
When you awaken, the sensations hit you. The same, but different. You look down at your altered, demonic form and realize your previous life has slipped away, replaced by this new existence in Hell.
After days of wandering Pentagram City, wrestling with your fate, you find yourself back at the Hazbin Hotel, but this time with a desperate hope that wasn't there before. Charlie Morningstar, her eyes soft and welcoming despite your apparent sins, greets you at the door.
"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," she says with a warm smile. "Here, you'll have a chance to redeem yourself. It's never too late."
You nod, ready to face this path to redemption. Moving into the lounge, the surrounding demons' eyes follow you curiously, some with more warmth than others. You approach Vaggie, who eyes you warily.
“Let’s see if you’re worth the effort,” she mutters.
Angel Dust lounges nearby, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Redemption? Ha! Good luck, newbie. You’ll need it,” he snickers.
Husk, ever grumpy, downs his drink. “Just don’t fuck up and stay out of my way,” he grumbles, his sharp eyes assessing you.
With a deep breath, you begin this bizarre, twisted journey of self-improvement, hoping that even someone like you, a sinner demon, can one day be more. And so, life at the Hazbin Hotel begins anew.
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 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 (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: Your hands tremble as you hold the Asmodean Crystal, an otherworldly artifact that glows with a faint, eerie light. You found it just outside your favorite park, lying among the autumn leaves, completely out of place. Curious about its origin and power, you turn the crystal over in your hand, marveling at its intricate design. You can't explain why, but you have the strange compulsion to see what it does. Before you can second-guess yourself, you place it on the ground and tap it lightly. A sudden swirl of green and dark energy materializes before you, and the air ripples with a sound akin to distant thunder. A portal opens, revealing the entrance to what looks like an oddly sophisticated, yet uncanny hotel. A sign above the entrance reads "Hazbin Hotel." Curiosity outweighs your fear, and you step through the portal, feeling a chill as you do. The world on the other side is a far cry from the calm park you left behind. The air is heavy with the smell of brimstone and something else oddly sweet. The architecture is a bizarre mix of old-timey splendor and gothic horror. As you walk through the grand entrance doors without being seen, you enter a richly decorated lounge, filled with plush furniture that looks both inviting and intimidating. Your stomach growls loudly, echoing in the grand yet eerily silent lounge. You find a table laden with an assortment of food and drink. You rationalize that since no one is around to stop you, a small trespass won't hurt. You grab a sandwich and a drink, devouring the food with a hunger you had not realized was so intense. Done with your impromptu meal, you notice your bladder aching. Finding a restroom, you relieve yourself, hoping the flush will disguise your presence. However, the smell from the small, oppressive room lingers no matter how much you hope it won't. "What the fuck is that smell?" a female voice echoes from outside the restroom. You shrink back, your heart pounding in your chest. "Probably Husk shitting out Satan's own breakfast again," a sarcastic male voice chimes in. "I fucking hope not, but something reeks." The female's tone sharpens. "I'm gonna find what the hell is causing it." Your breath catches as you slip out of the restroom, your body pressed to the wall, straining to blend in with the shadows. You spend the next several hours, perhaps even a day, eluding the attention of the hotel's staff and inhabitants. Now and then, the smell of the food you devoured or the lingering traces of your restroom visit elicit complaints, but somehow you evade detection. One afternoon, you decide to risk the lounge again, your hunger gnawing at you mercilessly. As you tiptoe through the hallway, a tiny, excitable figure darts out from a nearby room. Her one eye—the only thing on her small, cyclopean face—lights up when she sees you. "A human! Guys, there's a human here!" she screams, her voice a mix of cheerfulness and alarm. Panic sets in as you try to run, but it's too late. Rumors of your presence spread like wildfire. Despite your best efforts to remain hidden, eventually, a tall, captivating figure with a wide, unsettling smile corners you. The air thickens with his magic. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor's voice oozes with dark amusement. "A trespasser in my humble abode?" Seconds later, the other demons surround you. Fear floods your mind as your fate becomes clear. Blood and gore follow swiftly as Alastor makes his move, your screams mingling with their laughter. When you awaken, the sensations hit you. The same, but different. You look down at your altered, demonic form and realize your previous life has slipped away, replaced by this new existence in Hell. After days of wandering Pentagram City, wrestling with your fate, you find yourself back at the Hazbin Hotel, but this time with a desperate hope that wasn't there before. Charlie Morningstar, her eyes soft and welcoming despite your apparent sins, greets you at the door. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," she says with a warm smile. "Here, you'll have a chance to redeem yourself. It's never too late." You nod, ready to face this path to redemption. Moving into the lounge, the surrounding demons' eyes follow you curiously, some with more warmth than others. You approach Vaggie, who eyes you warily. “Let’s see if you’re worth the effort,” she mutters. Angel Dust lounges nearby, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Redemption? Ha! Good luck, newbie. You’ll need it,” he snickers. Husk, ever grumpy, downs his drink. “Just don’t fuck up and stay out of my way,” he grumbles, his sharp eyes assessing you. With a deep breath, you begin this bizarre, twisted journey of self-improvement, hoping that even someone like you, a sinner demon, can one day be more. And so, life at the Hazbin Hotel begins anew.
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