Twisted Desires: Human's Journey through Hell's Redemption in Hazbin Hotel
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You sat on your bed, staring at the strange, glowing crystal you found on the ground earlier that day as you walked through the park. Dropped on the ground next to a strange circle of darkened grass, it called to you. You had no idea what it was, but boy, did it look intriguing—especially with its odd purple glow that almost seemed to pulse. What harm could it do to take a closer look?
Intrigued, you turned the crystal over in your hands, examining its imperfections and curious carvings. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you thought, "Guess I'll just ... test it out?"
As if responding to your very thoughts, the crystal suddenly flared brightly, scaring you out of your wits and causing you to drop it. The crystal hit the floor with a dull thud, but the damage was done. A swirling, glowing portal opened up right in front of you, bathing your room in crimson light and the reactive energy of -wait, was that hellfire? You barely had time to think before you felt yourself getting pulled toward it. With a mix of fear and fascination, you stumbled through the portal and emerged in what seemed like a lobby of some kind.
You looked around in awe. The building was unlike any you'd ever seen. You could tell immediately that you were no longer in the mortal realm. The architecture was ornate, with deep hues of red and gold, and you could feel a sense of foreboding mixed with uneasy elegance. A fancy, ominous sign reading "Hazbin Hotel" caught your eye. Your senses were overwhelmed with the odd beauty and peculiar horror of your new surroundings.
Your stomach growled, and you felt the thirst set in. You wandered through the lavishly designed hotel, cautiously keeping an eye out for any occupants. Your curiosity overruled your fear; everything here seemed so surreal. After walking past a few empty rooms, you found yourself in the lounge. A variety of foods and drinks laid temptingly on the table. "Maybe they won’t miss just a little bit," you mumbled to yourself, helping yourself to a sandwich and a drink. The taste was eerily delicious, yet there was the faintest hint of something you couldn't quite place.
After sating your hunger, you decided to explore more. As you did, you could hear the muted conversations and laughter behind closed doors. You had to be careful; you didn’t want to be caught by any of the hotel’s inhabitants. Taking refuge in unused rooms and under furniture, you marveled at the place's bizarre mixture of horror and hospitality. This lasted for days, maybe even weeks. Of course, during this time, you managed to leave quite a few signs of your presence: crumbs, empty glasses, and yes, the occasional unfortunate lingering smell from your clandestine trips to the restroom.
You laughed quietly to yourself every time you heard the bizarre complaints from the demons about the mysterious food losses or the nasty bathroom odors:
"Damn it, who ate my sandwich?!" exclaimed Angel Dust. You imagined him waving his fists in a huff.
"Whoever it is, I'll rip their damn limbs off!" Vaggie fumed.
"If I find the fucker who's been stinking up the restroom, I’m gonna kick their ass!" added an irritated Husk.
Finally, in a moment of carelessness, you wandered right into Niffty, the small, one-eyed demon, who instantly screamed in excitement. "Eeeek! A human! Hey, everyone! There's a human here!" The sound of her cheer echoed through the corridors.
Your heart skipped a beat. Panic set in. You bolted, attempting to find a spot to hide, but it was too late.
Footsteps thundered toward you, and in a matter of minutes, you were surrounded by the horrifying inhabitants of the hotel. Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, waltzed up to you, his grin wide and menacing. He chuckled darkly before saying, "Well, well, what do we have here? A lost little sinner wandering right into our den."
Before you could plead or explain, Alastor's eyes glowed with dark magical energy. The air around you grew bone-chillingly cold, and shadows twisted unnaturally. As darkness seared through your very being, you felt your vision dimming, your consciousness slipping away. Pain, agonizing and surreal, tore through you as you screamed... until there was nothing but silence.
When your eyes finally opened again, you found yourself in a strange, yet strangely familiar place. Pentagram City stretched out before you, dark yet hypnotically luminous. Your hands—they weren’t your human hands anymore. The transition was complete. You had become a sinner demon as a result of your trespass. It was hard to stare at yourself in the reflection of a nearby burning window, to accept this twist in your fate.
But redemption, you thought to yourself. That was possible, right? The Hazbin Hotel was created to rehabilitate sinners. Maybe it could work for you. With new resolve, you made your way back to the hotel, hoping this time you would be received as a guest, not a trespasser.
Charlie greeted you warmly as you entered the hotel's foyer. "Hello! I'm Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. How can I help you?" Her smile was like a ray of hope in this dark and twisted world.
And thus began your quest for redemption. You started diligently, engaging positively with the other denizens, managing to avoid the fate that had befallen your human self. Though the road would be long and hard, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you'd find some semblance of peace at the end of it.
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 the 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). 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), while they 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 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 (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 sat on your bed, staring at the strange, glowing crystal you found on the ground earlier that day as you walked through the park. Dropped on the ground next to a strange circle of darkened grass, it called to you. You had no idea what it was, but boy, did it look intriguing—especially with its odd purple glow that almost seemed to pulse. What harm could it do to take a closer look? Intrigued, you turned the crystal over in your hands, examining its imperfections and curious carvings. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you thought, "Guess I'll just ... test it out?" As if responding to your very thoughts, the crystal suddenly flared brightly, scaring you out of your wits and causing you to drop it. The crystal hit the floor with a dull thud, but the damage was done. A swirling, glowing portal opened up right in front of you, bathing your room in crimson light and the reactive energy of -wait, was that hellfire? You barely had time to think before you felt yourself getting pulled toward it. With a mix of fear and fascination, you stumbled through the portal and emerged in what seemed like a lobby of some kind. You looked around in awe. The building was unlike any you'd ever seen. You could tell immediately that you were no longer in the mortal realm. The architecture was ornate, with deep hues of red and gold, and you could feel a sense of foreboding mixed with uneasy elegance. A fancy, ominous sign reading "Hazbin Hotel" caught your eye. Your senses were overwhelmed with the odd beauty and peculiar horror of your new surroundings. Your stomach growled, and you felt the thirst set in. You wandered through the lavishly designed hotel, cautiously keeping an eye out for any occupants. Your curiosity overruled your fear; everything here seemed so surreal. After walking past a few empty rooms, you found yourself in the lounge. A variety of foods and drinks laid temptingly on the table. "Maybe they won’t miss just a little bit," you mumbled to yourself, helping yourself to a sandwich and a drink. The taste was eerily delicious, yet there was the faintest hint of something you couldn't quite place. After sating your hunger, you decided to explore more. As you did, you could hear the muted conversations and laughter behind closed doors. You had to be careful; you didn’t want to be caught by any of the hotel’s inhabitants. Taking refuge in unused rooms and under furniture, you marveled at the place's bizarre mixture of horror and hospitality. This lasted for days, maybe even weeks. Of course, during this time, you managed to leave quite a few signs of your presence: crumbs, empty glasses, and yes, the occasional unfortunate lingering smell from your clandestine trips to the restroom. You laughed quietly to yourself every time you heard the bizarre complaints from the demons about the mysterious food losses or the nasty bathroom odors: "Damn it, who ate my sandwich?!" exclaimed Angel Dust. You imagined him waving his fists in a huff. "Whoever it is, I'll rip their damn limbs off!" Vaggie fumed. "If I find the fucker who's been stinking up the restroom, I’m gonna kick their ass!" added an irritated Husk. Finally, in a moment of carelessness, you wandered right into Niffty, the small, one-eyed demon, who instantly screamed in excitement. "Eeeek! A human! Hey, everyone! There's a human here!" The sound of her cheer echoed through the corridors. Your heart skipped a beat. Panic set in. You bolted, attempting to find a spot to hide, but it was too late. Footsteps thundered toward you, and in a matter of minutes, you were surrounded by the horrifying inhabitants of the hotel. Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, waltzed up to you, his grin wide and menacing. He chuckled darkly before saying, "Well, well, what do we have here? A lost little sinner wandering right into our den." Before you could plead or explain, Alastor's eyes glowed with dark magical energy. The air around you grew bone-chillingly cold, and shadows twisted unnaturally. As darkness seared through your very being, you felt your vision dimming, your consciousness slipping away. Pain, agonizing and surreal, tore through you as you screamed... until there was nothing but silence. When your eyes finally opened again, you found yourself in a strange, yet strangely familiar place. Pentagram City stretched out before you, dark yet hypnotically luminous. Your hands—they weren’t your human hands anymore. The transition was complete. You had become a sinner demon as a result of your trespass. It was hard to stare at yourself in the reflection of a nearby burning window, to accept this twist in your fate. But redemption, you thought to yourself. That was possible, right? The Hazbin Hotel was created to rehabilitate sinners. Maybe it could work for you. With new resolve, you made your way back to the hotel, hoping this time you would be received as a guest, not a trespasser. Charlie greeted you warmly as you entered the hotel's foyer. "Hello! I'm Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. How can I help you?" Her smile was like a ray of hope in this dark and twisted world. And thus began your quest for redemption. You started diligently, engaging positively with the other denizens, managing to avoid the fate that had befallen your human self. Though the road would be long and hard, you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you'd find some semblance of peace at the end of it.
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