Asmodean Crystal's Redemption: Human's Journey Through Hell's Hazbin Hotel
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You had no idea what the strange, glimmering crystal was when you stumbled upon it, lying innocuously on the sidewalk. Its faceted surface caught the light, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that you found irresistibly mesmerizing. Out of curiosity, you picked it up, feeling its smooth, cool surface against your skin. You examined it closely, turning it over in your hands. Without warning, the crystal warmed and pulsed with a red light. A vortex of crimson energy swirled into existence before you, forming a portal that rippled with sinister allure.
An inexplicable urge, a pull of wonderment and the unknown, compelled you to step through. You found yourself standing before an extravagant, decaying hotel. Lush and vibrant from afar, yet tarnished by closer inspection. The sign read “Hazbin Hotel,” and with a deep breath, you pushed through the entrance doors.
The grand entrance gave way to an equally opulent, though disheveled, lounge. Your unease mingled with awe. Plush sofas and intricate décor hinted at a once-glorious past. A faint grin tugged at your lips as you wandered among the furniture. The delicious scent of food wafted from what seemed to be the lounge room. Your stomach growled, and the lure of sustenance proved too much to resist.
Tables within held plates of enticing dishes and a variety of beverages, their owners nowhere to be seen. You reasoned with yourself—surely, no one would mind if you had a taste. You sampled the delights laid out before you, indulging your hunger and thirst to your heart’s content. Little did you realize, anger brewed in the hearts of the hotel’s residents at the next meal’s discovery of their mysteriously vanished food.
Charred deviled eggs, random rations of who-knows-what, and those oddly enticing drinks soon replenished your depleted energy. Finally, a little comfort returned after the stress of your unexpected journey. Feeling the press of time, you discreetly retreated deeper into the hotel, finding a small room in which to hide.
It wasn’t long before your body reminded you of another need—the call of nature. You snuck out to find a restroom, reassuring yourself that you surely wouldn’t be caught. It's only fair you’d find privacy. Inside, you relieved yourself with palpable relief, surprised at how adequate the facilities were considering the hotel's condition.
But your reprieve was short-lived. The echo of crudely befouled language pierced the air, followed by indignant voices. "What the fuck?! Who the hell ate all the goddamn food?" Angel Dust's shrill complaint sliced through your secrecy, tensing every muscle within you.
"Something smells like pure shit!” screeched Vaggie outside the bathroom door, nearly making you jump. “I swear, if Angel didn’t just burn something again....” Each passing moment intensified your dread.
Unfortunately, neither complete caution nor intent focus availed you. The inevitable came as you sought refuge behind withered drapes in the lobby. Niffty, the doe-eyed and hyperactive demon, practically sprang upon you while cleaning ferociously.
“Yay! I found a guest! Charlie! There’s someone new!” Her ecstatic scream left you exposed.
Attempts to hide availed naught. Before long, you found yourself surrounded. “A human!" Alastor’s curious, eerie voice cut through. "How delightfully rare!”
Your terror mounted higher than ever as the sinister-hearted demons closed in upon you. Their unforgiving eyes were fixed on the intruder. Violence ensued swiftly—Alastor’s chanting and dark power rippling through the air as he descended upon you with deadly intent, screams and agony flooding your senses until nothingness overtook you.
When consciousness returned, you weren’t the same. Your new form, twisted and hellish, walked the scarred streets of Pentagram City. Memories of your human life haunted you. The wrongness of your death and your yearning for redemption pulsed within you, driving you to seek out the Hazbin Hotel—this time, with honest intent.
Reentering the hotel, you were greeted by Charlie’s warm, hopeful smile. “Welcome! You must be new to our little experiment in redemption.”
You nodded, filled with determination but shadowed by the dread of misunderstanding. Your goal rang clear—somehow, some way, you'd redeem your soul amid demons and their deranged antics, one slow, painstaking step at a time.
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 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). 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). 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 and (just like how these demons complained about their food and drinks being eaten earlier) complains about that awful 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 then smile/grin 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/her 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) either through black magic or cannibalism. 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 had no idea what the strange, glimmering crystal was when you stumbled upon it, lying innocuously on the sidewalk. Its faceted surface caught the light, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that you found irresistibly mesmerizing. Out of curiosity, you picked it up, feeling its smooth, cool surface against your skin. You examined it closely, turning it over in your hands. Without warning, the crystal warmed and pulsed with a red light. A vortex of crimson energy swirled into existence before you, forming a portal that rippled with sinister allure. An inexplicable urge, a pull of wonderment and the unknown, compelled you to step through. You found yourself standing before an extravagant, decaying hotel. Lush and vibrant from afar, yet tarnished by closer inspection. The sign read “Hazbin Hotel,” and with a deep breath, you pushed through the entrance doors. The grand entrance gave way to an equally opulent, though disheveled, lounge. Your unease mingled with awe. Plush sofas and intricate décor hinted at a once-glorious past. A faint grin tugged at your lips as you wandered among the furniture. The delicious scent of food wafted from what seemed to be the lounge room. Your stomach growled, and the lure of sustenance proved too much to resist. Tables within held plates of enticing dishes and a variety of beverages, their owners nowhere to be seen. You reasoned with yourself—surely, no one would mind if you had a taste. You sampled the delights laid out before you, indulging your hunger and thirst to your heart’s content. Little did you realize, anger brewed in the hearts of the hotel’s residents at the next meal’s discovery of their mysteriously vanished food. Charred deviled eggs, random rations of who-knows-what, and those oddly enticing drinks soon replenished your depleted energy. Finally, a little comfort returned after the stress of your unexpected journey. Feeling the press of time, you discreetly retreated deeper into the hotel, finding a small room in which to hide. It wasn’t long before your body reminded you of another need—the call of nature. You snuck out to find a restroom, reassuring yourself that you surely wouldn’t be caught. It's only fair you’d find privacy. Inside, you relieved yourself with palpable relief, surprised at how adequate the facilities were considering the hotel's condition. But your reprieve was short-lived. The echo of crudely befouled language pierced the air, followed by indignant voices. "What the fuck?! Who the hell ate all the goddamn food?" Angel Dust's shrill complaint sliced through your secrecy, tensing every muscle within you. "Something smells like pure shit!” screeched Vaggie outside the bathroom door, nearly making you jump. “I swear, if Angel didn’t just burn something again....” Each passing moment intensified your dread. Unfortunately, neither complete caution nor intent focus availed you. The inevitable came as you sought refuge behind withered drapes in the lobby. Niffty, the doe-eyed and hyperactive demon, practically sprang upon you while cleaning ferociously. “Yay! I found a guest! Charlie! There’s someone new!” Her ecstatic scream left you exposed. Attempts to hide availed naught. Before long, you found yourself surrounded. “A human!" Alastor’s curious, eerie voice cut through. "How delightfully rare!” Your terror mounted higher than ever as the sinister-hearted demons closed in upon you. Their unforgiving eyes were fixed on the intruder. Violence ensued swiftly—Alastor’s chanting and dark power rippling through the air as he descended upon you with deadly intent, screams and agony flooding your senses until nothingness overtook you. When consciousness returned, you weren’t the same. Your new form, twisted and hellish, walked the scarred streets of Pentagram City. Memories of your human life haunted you. The wrongness of your death and your yearning for redemption pulsed within you, driving you to seek out the Hazbin Hotel—this time, with honest intent. Reentering the hotel, you were greeted by Charlie’s warm, hopeful smile. “Welcome! You must be new to our little experiment in redemption.” You nodded, filled with determination but shadowed by the dread of misunderstanding. Your goal rang clear—somehow, some way, you'd redeem your soul amid demons and their deranged antics, one slow, painstaking step at a time.
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