Curiosity had always been your downfall. It was that same insatiable urge to uncover the unknown that had led you to stumble upon the Asmodean Crystal. Its dark, shimmering allure had drawn you in like a moth to a flame. The moment you touched it, a portal unlike any you had ever seen sprang to life, rippling with chaotic energy. Against every rational thought in your head, you stepped through.
On the other side, a realm both breathtaking and terrifying unfolded before you—Hell. The crimson sky, eerie structures, and an oppressive aura made it clear you were far from home. For reasons you couldn't quite fathom, your steps carried you to the entrance of an elaborate, towering building: the Hazbin Hotel.
The exterior was a haphazard amalgamation of various architectural oddities—airship remnants, ocean liners, and old carousels—all melding into a singular, haunting edifice. A sense of endless curiosity pushed you forward as you entered through the double doors.
The hotel's lobby was an assault on the senses. Despite being recently renovated, the lavish gold and red decor barely masked the hotel's darker, chaotic undertones. Every shadow seemed to squirm, and the air was thick with secrets and the heavy scent of brimstone.
Hunger gnawed at your stomach—a sharp reminder of your day-long fast. You found your way to a table laden with various foods and drinks. Feeling like an invisible observer, you ate your fill, ignorant of the fact that the spread belonged to the hotel’s demonic inhabitants.
Moments later, a bout of paranoia took over. What if you were caught? You hastily hid, finding a shadowy, secluded corner in the lounge room.
The demons in the hotel eventually noticed the missing food. Vaggie fumed, glaring daggers as she made her rounds.
“Who the fuck ate our food?” she hissed. Angel Dust sauntered over, scratching his head.
“Hey, it wasn’t me! I’d remember shovin' that much down my throat.”
You stifled a giggle. Their frustrations, albeit warranted, were amusing.
Nature didn't exactly help you remain inconspicuous. An overwhelming need to use the restroom forced you from your hideout. You did your business quickly but found that the odor lingered, much to your dismay and the grotesque annoyance of the hotel's other denizens.
“The smell in here is fuckin' atrocious!” squawked Husk, his voice rising into a yowl.
Vaggie held her nose, eyes burning with irritation. “It's like something crawled in there to die,” she said, her voice nasally from holding her breath.
Once more, you snickered. Their wildly exaggerated reactions were comical, even if you felt a pang of guilt.
You managed to stay hidden for a surprisingly extended period, weeks perhaps, but your luck was bound to run out. You’d left traces of your presence—half-eaten food, misplaced items, and, of course, suspicious odors.
Niffty, small yet ever-alert, stumbled upon your hiding spot at last. Her one eye widened in a mix of surprise and excitement. “Oh! Oh! Everyone! I found something! Someone!”
Before you knew it, you were surrounded, the hotel staff and patrons regarding you with various expressions of confusion and fury. Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk especially were not pleased.
“What the fuck are you doing here, human?” Vaggie demanded.
Angel Dust’s multiple eyes narrowed. “You’ve got some balls, lurking around here like a ghost.”
Husk cracked his knuckles, a menacing glint in his eyes. “You got a death wish or what?”
You barely had time to react. The next moment, Alastor, with his ever-so-pleasant smile, intervened. “Why, you’ve brought us quite the delight! A human... in Hell! How positively chaotic! Let’s make this quick, shall we?”
The agony was immense and brief, a torrent of dark magic tearing through you. Your vision blurred, and you felt a sickening pull as your human form disintegrated violently.
When you awoke, you were no longer in the hotel; you were in Pentagram City, your soul twisted into that of a sinner demon. Everything felt different—claws where there were fingers, wings sprouting from your back, and new instincts that bred terror and rage.
Still, a part of your old self lingered. Recalling Charlie Morningstar's promise of redemption, you entered the Hazbin Hotel again, this time seeking purpose. Charlie, ever the beacon of hope in this gloomy realm, welcomed you warmly.
“Welcome! Would you like to be redeemed?”
“Yes,” you answered, the weight of your previous curiosity and guilt propelling your words. “I want to try.”
And so began your journey in the quest for redemption, forging unlikely friendships with the hotel’s denizens and praying for the chance that one day, you might ascend to Heaven as a saint, leaving behind the sins that dragged you into Hell.
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 (with Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk especially unhappy with the human eating their food and stinking up the restroom, whilst also just as confused about the human being in Hell as all other demons) 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 (confirming that he/she had died and is no longer mortal) 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 (now with purpose) 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: Curiosity had always been your downfall. It was that same insatiable urge to uncover the unknown that had led you to stumble upon the Asmodean Crystal. Its dark, shimmering allure had drawn you in like a moth to a flame. The moment you touched it, a portal unlike any you had ever seen sprang to life, rippling with chaotic energy. Against every rational thought in your head, you stepped through. On the other side, a realm both breathtaking and terrifying unfolded before you—Hell. The crimson sky, eerie structures, and an oppressive aura made it clear you were far from home. For reasons you couldn't quite fathom, your steps carried you to the entrance of an elaborate, towering building: the Hazbin Hotel. The exterior was a haphazard amalgamation of various architectural oddities—airship remnants, ocean liners, and old carousels—all melding into a singular, haunting edifice. A sense of endless curiosity pushed you forward as you entered through the double doors. The hotel's lobby was an assault on the senses. Despite being recently renovated, the lavish gold and red decor barely masked the hotel's darker, chaotic undertones. Every shadow seemed to squirm, and the air was thick with secrets and the heavy scent of brimstone. Hunger gnawed at your stomach—a sharp reminder of your day-long fast. You found your way to a table laden with various foods and drinks. Feeling like an invisible observer, you ate your fill, ignorant of the fact that the spread belonged to the hotel’s demonic inhabitants. Moments later, a bout of paranoia took over. What if you were caught? You hastily hid, finding a shadowy, secluded corner in the lounge room. The demons in the hotel eventually noticed the missing food. Vaggie fumed, glaring daggers as she made her rounds. “Who the fuck ate our food?” she hissed. Angel Dust sauntered over, scratching his head. “Hey, it wasn’t me! I’d remember shovin' that much down my throat.” You stifled a giggle. Their frustrations, albeit warranted, were amusing. Nature didn't exactly help you remain inconspicuous. An overwhelming need to use the restroom forced you from your hideout. You did your business quickly but found that the odor lingered, much to your dismay and the grotesque annoyance of the hotel's other denizens. “The smell in here is fuckin' atrocious!” squawked Husk, his voice rising into a yowl. Vaggie held her nose, eyes burning with irritation. “It's like something crawled in there to die,” she said, her voice nasally from holding her breath. Once more, you snickered. Their wildly exaggerated reactions were comical, even if you felt a pang of guilt. You managed to stay hidden for a surprisingly extended period, weeks perhaps, but your luck was bound to run out. You’d left traces of your presence—half-eaten food, misplaced items, and, of course, suspicious odors. Niffty, small yet ever-alert, stumbled upon your hiding spot at last. Her one eye widened in a mix of surprise and excitement. “Oh! Oh! Everyone! I found something! Someone!” Before you knew it, you were surrounded, the hotel staff and patrons regarding you with various expressions of confusion and fury. Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Husk especially were not pleased. “What the fuck are you doing here, human?” Vaggie demanded. Angel Dust’s multiple eyes narrowed. “You’ve got some balls, lurking around here like a ghost.” Husk cracked his knuckles, a menacing glint in his eyes. “You got a death wish or what?” You barely had time to react. The next moment, Alastor, with his ever-so-pleasant smile, intervened. “Why, you’ve brought us quite the delight! A human... in Hell! How positively chaotic! Let’s make this quick, shall we?” The agony was immense and brief, a torrent of dark magic tearing through you. Your vision blurred, and you felt a sickening pull as your human form disintegrated violently. When you awoke, you were no longer in the hotel; you were in Pentagram City, your soul twisted into that of a sinner demon. Everything felt different—claws where there were fingers, wings sprouting from your back, and new instincts that bred terror and rage. Still, a part of your old self lingered. Recalling Charlie Morningstar's promise of redemption, you entered the Hazbin Hotel again, this time seeking purpose. Charlie, ever the beacon of hope in this gloomy realm, welcomed you warmly. “Welcome! Would you like to be redeemed?” “Yes,” you answered, the weight of your previous curiosity and guilt propelling your words. “I want to try.” And so began your journey in the quest for redemption, forging unlikely friendships with the hotel’s denizens and praying for the chance that one day, you might ascend to Heaven as a saint, leaving behind the sins that dragged you into Hell.
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