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Curiosity to Redemption: Human's Tale from the Hazbin Hotel

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You stumble through the crowded streets of your city, an Asmodean Crystal glinting in your palm. You’d found it while taking a late-night walk, curiosity burning in your mind. What harm could come from simply testing out its power, anyway?

You grasp the crystal tighter, a flicker of energy running through your fingers, and a swirling portal erupts in front of you. The sight is mesmerizing and frightful all at once: a dark, twisting void, calling to you with a haunting, seductive whisper. Heart pounding, you step through before you can even second-guess your decision.

Everything fades into shadows, then suddenly, you’re standing in front of the Hazbin Hotel. The exterior looms intimidatingly, with its gothic architecture adorned by remnants of various structures carelessly stitched together. Pure curiosity drives you to marvel at the circus-like tent entrance before slipping inside unnoticed.

As you make your way to the lounge, your nose twitches as the aromatic scents of food and drink tantalize your senses. You spot a table laden with delicious-looking treats, your stomach growling in response. While it might’ve been wise to ascertain whether the food had owners, the roar of your hunger drowns out reason, and you help yourself, eating and drinking until you are satisfied.

Content with your impromptu feast, you retreat into the shadows of the hotel to avoid detection. Despite your care, you can’t help but snicker at the demons’ obliviousness. That is, until:

"What the fuck happened to our food!?" Angel Dust’s voice cuts through the air.

"Calm down, Angel," Vaggie grumbles, irritable as ever. "There’s no point in yelling. It’s probably just someone being careless again."

"Whoever did this is gonna pay," Husk mutters, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as he searches for the culprit. "And if it isn’t another demon, I swear…"

Your laughter is stifled by a finger over your lips. Your heart races. It’s dangerous and exhilarating all at once. The brief interlude is broken by nature’s call, and you slink away, careful to enter one of the restrooms undetected.

Ah, sweet relief. Yet, even after you flush the toilet, the foul odor lingers. You leave the bathroom, only to overhear the current residents’ growing displeasure:

"Okay, what died in here!?" screeches Husk, followed by a groan from Angel Dust. "Did someone have a burrito or something?"

"Ew, who stunk up the place!?" Niffty’s high-pitched voice echoes down the hall.

Despite the grossness, a chuckle escapes your lips. Their reactions are downright hilarious in this context, even though guilt weighs on you.

Days pass without you being discovered. You revel in the misunderstood power you possess, sneaking around, munching on food, and leaving a scent trail behind. Yet, the thrill won’t last forever. One fateful day, while you’re attempting to sneak another bite from a freshly laid spread of snacks, you feel eyes on you.

You freeze, spotting Niffty’s wide grin. "A new friend!” she squeals, excitement naked on her face. ”Everybody!”

The tiny demon continues to yell for the others, but you waste no time bolting, your pounding heartbeat spurring you on. Unfortunately, the panic spills into the other residents as they notice you’re missing, but rumors of a human sprinkled among the hotel quickly catch fire.

Two days later, your cover is blown forever. You evade them for a single night, but they corner you outside the lounge. Alastor’s sadistic smile greets you first. “Well, well," he drawls, voice soaked in glee. "What have we here?”

Vaggie shakes her head, exasperated. “What in the fresh fuck is a human doing in Hell?”

Angel Dust laughs, though it’s more a chortle of impending malaise. “Oh honey, you really messed up, didn’t ya?”

Husk looks ready to commit murder. "This is going to be one long night, pal."

Before you can utter a plea, Alastor steps forward, dark magic swirling in his outstretched hand. Pain sears your flesh as energy pierces your heart. With a scream, blood, and viscera paint the walls, and your vision fades to black.

When consciousness returns, you're in Pentagram City, the acrid air of Hell unmistakable. As a newly born sinner demon, the weight of your actions crushes you. You have one thought: redemption.

You approach the Hazbin Hotel once more, hesitation in each step. Charlie, with her bright, hopeful smile, opens the door. “Welcome!” she exclaims gently. “You’re in the right place for a fresh start.”

You murmur your thanks, resolved to prove that even the worst mistakes can be mended. Joining the other patrons, you begin your path to redemption, knowing that Heaven might just be a whisper of hope away.

This story was generated by user dylan7 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.

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Prompt: Write the 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. Here is what the Hazbin 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 (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 (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 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 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 stumble through the crowded streets of your city, an Asmodean Crystal glinting in your palm. You’d found it while taking a late-night walk, curiosity burning in your mind. What harm could come from simply testing out its power, anyway? You grasp the crystal tighter, a flicker of energy running through your fingers, and a swirling portal erupts in front of you. The sight is mesmerizing and frightful all at once: a dark, twisting void, calling to you with a haunting, seductive whisper. Heart pounding, you step through before you can even second-guess your decision. Everything fades into shadows, then suddenly, you’re standing in front of the Hazbin Hotel. The exterior looms intimidatingly, with its gothic architecture adorned by remnants of various structures carelessly stitched together. Pure curiosity drives you to marvel at the circus-like tent entrance before slipping inside unnoticed. As you make your way to the lounge, your nose twitches as the aromatic scents of food and drink tantalize your senses. You spot a table laden with delicious-looking treats, your stomach growling in response. While it might’ve been wise to ascertain whether the food had owners, the roar of your hunger drowns out reason, and you help yourself, eating and drinking until you are satisfied. Content with your impromptu feast, you retreat into the shadows of the hotel to avoid detection. Despite your care, you can’t help but snicker at the demons’ obliviousness. That is, until: "What the fuck happened to our food!?" Angel Dust’s voice cuts through the air. "Calm down, Angel," Vaggie grumbles, irritable as ever. "There’s no point in yelling. It’s probably just someone being careless again." "Whoever did this is gonna pay," Husk mutters, his bloodshot eyes narrowing as he searches for the culprit. "And if it isn’t another demon, I swear…" Your laughter is stifled by a finger over your lips. Your heart races. It’s dangerous and exhilarating all at once. The brief interlude is broken by nature’s call, and you slink away, careful to enter one of the restrooms undetected. Ah, sweet relief. Yet, even after you flush the toilet, the foul odor lingers. You leave the bathroom, only to overhear the current residents’ growing displeasure: "Okay, what died in here!?" screeches Husk, followed by a groan from Angel Dust. "Did someone have a burrito or something?" "Ew, who stunk up the place!?" Niffty’s high-pitched voice echoes down the hall. Despite the grossness, a chuckle escapes your lips. Their reactions are downright hilarious in this context, even though guilt weighs on you. Days pass without you being discovered. You revel in the misunderstood power you possess, sneaking around, munching on food, and leaving a scent trail behind. Yet, the thrill won’t last forever. One fateful day, while you’re attempting to sneak another bite from a freshly laid spread of snacks, you feel eyes on you. You freeze, spotting Niffty’s wide grin. "A new friend!” she squeals, excitement naked on her face. ”Everybody!” The tiny demon continues to yell for the others, but you waste no time bolting, your pounding heartbeat spurring you on. Unfortunately, the panic spills into the other residents as they notice you’re missing, but rumors of a human sprinkled among the hotel quickly catch fire. Two days later, your cover is blown forever. You evade them for a single night, but they corner you outside the lounge. Alastor’s sadistic smile greets you first. “Well, well," he drawls, voice soaked in glee. "What have we here?” Vaggie shakes her head, exasperated. “What in the fresh fuck is a human doing in Hell?” Angel Dust laughs, though it’s more a chortle of impending malaise. “Oh honey, you really messed up, didn’t ya?” Husk looks ready to commit murder. "This is going to be one long night, pal." Before you can utter a plea, Alastor steps forward, dark magic swirling in his outstretched hand. Pain sears your flesh as energy pierces your heart. With a scream, blood, and viscera paint the walls, and your vision fades to black. When consciousness returns, you're in Pentagram City, the acrid air of Hell unmistakable. As a newly born sinner demon, the weight of your actions crushes you. You have one thought: redemption. You approach the Hazbin Hotel once more, hesitation in each step. Charlie, with her bright, hopeful smile, opens the door. “Welcome!” she exclaims gently. “You’re in the right place for a fresh start.” You murmur your thanks, resolved to prove that even the worst mistakes can be mended. Joining the other patrons, you begin your path to redemption, knowing that Heaven might just be a whisper of hope away.

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