You imagine Hațeg Island as prehistoric Eden: your dream home, cozy and sunbathed, lies between rolling hills, fern-prairies, and misty groves. The air is thick with the scents of flowering cycads, conifers, and strange, pulpy fruit—your pantry is always stocked. Sauropods graze distant valleys. Giant azhdarchid pterosaurs sometimes circle overhead, but they usually stick to hunting Zalmoxes, Rhabdodon, or unlucky crocodyliforms. You learned to keep indoors on misty mornings anyway; being human-sized is just risky.
Today, you lounge on your porch, mug of fern-root tea in hand, and tell yourself the only monsters you need to fear are the ones with wingspans wider than your house. When the ground thrums with strange footsteps, you freeze, mug trembling.
You see them first through the window, scampering up the hillside—a pack of devils. Four of them.
One is tall for an imp, harlequin-like, his crimson skin slashed with white—he strides as if this is all his stage. That must be Blitzo. Next to him, a pair of much shorter imps: the male, pinched and buttoned-up (Moxxie, you recall from the show), the female lively, bouncing, knuckles cracked and ready (Millie). Behind looms a beast—white and grey fur, slit-pupil eyes, phone in hand: Loona the hellhound.
They're real. Demons are real. You shudder so hard your mug falls—tea splashes across the porch. Fear, pure and primal, wells up from deep inside.
"This shit-heap can't possibly be the place, right?" Moxxie says, glancing at your porch swing, then at something beeping in his palm. "GPS says target's in there, Blitz."
Loona rolls her eyes. "If it's another cabin in the woods full of blood and tissues, I'm done."
You scramble back, heart knocking. **They're hunting you.**
You search for a weapon—nothing but an old broom and broken dinosaur bone. You remember the pitfall in the garden (covered neatly with greenery) and the mouse-trap contraption by the tool shed. Not much, but all you've got.
No time. You yank on a makeshift demon disguise—red bedsheets, cardboard horns, painted tail. In the mirror you look demonic enough, maybe? You crouch in the closet as footsteps thump up the porch. Voices filter in:
"--No, look at this shit! The guy must've played D&D as a kid. These horns aren't even the right shade of red, what a dumbass!"
You peek. Blitzo has collapsed to the floor, clutching his ribs, wheezing laughter. Millie's giggle is sharp and mocking. Moxxie smirks. Even Loona’s lips quirk. Your cheeks flush.
"Oh, wow," Blitz mock-claps. "Gotta give you points for effort, but did you really think we'd fall for *that*? I've seen cosplayers in Hell with more style, and they're all dead inside too!" He wipes a tear from his one good eye. "You humans are an absolute riot."
Shame crawls up your spine like an ice-cold spider. You try to plead. "Why—you’re real—you’re here—what did I ever do to you? I don't want to die!"
Blitzo wags a finger. "Rules, sweetcheeks. Somebody up high paid good money to see you toast. Maybe you said 'fuck' at a nun? Maybe you jaywalked into the Cretaceous? Maybe Hell gets bored. Me? I just like killin'."
You try the traps. As Loona slinks toward the closet, her hackles bristling, there's a *snap* from the yard, then a soft thud—nothing caught. Millie prods the pitfall with a stick, steps daintily around. "Come out, sugar! It's not personal!"
You panic, voice cracking. "You’re—I mean, have you ever considered your own issues? Why are you all so—the way you are?! You hunt, kill, but isn't there more? Loona, you ever wanted friends? Blitzo, do you need validation? Millie, do you need more than… than murder?"
They're unimpressed.
Moxxie smirks, "At least we can have a real conversation, not like your pathetic whining! Honestly, I'm shocked you aren't shitting yourself—oh, wait, maybe you did?"
Millie folds her arms. "You don't get to lecture *me*, sweetpea. Some of us don't want a boring-ass life!"
Loona sneers. "Cute rant. You finished? Waste of fuckin' time."
Your cheeks are hot, tears stinging. Their derision is sharp and withering. Fear knocks the breath out. You run.
There’s shouting behind: "Get the fuck back here!"
You burst from the porch and tear towards the woods, heart crashing wildly. Your lungs burn. You dodge duckbill tracks, splash through muddy rimmed ponds, skid over fallen logs, and leap into a thicket of soggy ferns. You hope the pterosaurs are hungry for demonic flesh tonight.
A shriek rends the air. You glance back—an enormous shadow swings over the forest as **Hatzegopteryx** stoops for the kill, jaws gaping, eyes like coals. Blitzo and Millie leap aside, Loona claws at its face, Moxxie fires wildly at its beak. There's chaos—crashing, howling, flapping—then the monster pitches sideways, blood spraying, before it goes limp.
Blitzo jogs past his mode of murder with a flourish. "See! Pfft, giant birds. Even they're not hard to kill. C’mon, guys, the human’s still runnin’!"
You run harder, lungs raw, legs screaming, through vines and marsh, under cycads and over creeks, desperate for concealment. In a fever of fear, you squirm under a pile of withered logs, forced to breathe in the dank odors of prehistoric rot and frog droppings. Branches snap. Footsteps circle. A hand yanks you out—Millie’s grip is strong, inhumanly so.
"Gotcha!" she purrs.
You scream for help. No one answers, not a dinosaur, not a fellow time traveler. They drag you back; your fingernails split in the mud.
*Modernity blurs in around you—Portals flicker. Your mind’s spinning. Hot neon, the stink of Hell, cartoonish edges creeping into your sight. Your own blood pulses in your ears:*
- “Please! Don’t—!” you sob, thrashing, voice barely human.
Blitzo waves a pistol in your face. Millie holds a knife. Loona’s claws glint, her muzzle dripping—her eyes are bored, judgmental.
"Bye, dumbass," she says flatly, slashing with practiced finesse. You howl, agony seismic.
Or maybe it’s Moxxie who ends it—knife through your ribs, or a bullet through your face. Your vision fills with animated blood and shadow; consciousness shrivels away.
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You pry your eyes open, expecting white sheets, home, sunrise. But all you see is neon—impossible, blinking colors, skyscrapers of bone and glass. Your body feels… wrong. Lanky, cartoonish limbs ending in clawed fingers. Your skin: red, maybe a touch of purple. You have a tail. Horns. Your teeth—sharp as razors. You flick a black tongue out between fangs.
No nose. No ears. Snout and slit-irised eyes stare out at a city of radiant sin.
You’re not human. You’re—demonic. Hellish. A *sinner demon*, immortal and animated.
You wander into the throng, passing other devils with wild shapes and colors. Someone whistles. "Oi! Nice imp cosplay, but you’re in the wrong district. Newblood, right? You look like you died confused!"
You find yourself laughing, guttural and rolling, before snapping, "Fuck off, featherdick!" The curse feels dazzling on your new tongue.
You start to *like* the chaos—fighting for turf, hustling in a smoky club, pawning off some Exorcist’s glowing blade. There are strip clubs, drug dens, endless parties, and a billion ways to be bad. Maybe the Hazbin Hotel offers redemption, whispers of angel feathers and a new start. But, right now, you’re loving this demonic afterlife, savoring freedom, filth, and all the swearing you never dared before.
“You see this shit?” you say to a fellow demon, grinning wide. “This place fucking rules!”
You won’t see Hațeg again. But as Pentagram City blazes around you—sinful, loud, and so very alive—you don’t even mind. Hell’s not at all what you expected; in fact, you’ve never felt more at home.
This story was generated by user HelluvaJester 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 second-person POV story of the average (definitely normal) 5.6 or 6 foot tall mortal human (no weapons, super powers, insane fighting abilities, nor having intelligence that is above average, since the human reader is simply normal) who is living in his/her Hațeg Island dream home, but is now fighting and attempting to survive an encounter against I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals) crewmembers, Blitzo (an imp who is the leader of I.M.P), Moxxie (an imp who is the straight man weapons expert and a husband to Millie), Millie (an imp who is an exciteful powerhouse and a wife to Moxxie), and Loona (the receptionist of I.M.P and the adoptive hellhound daughter of Blitzo), all four of which from an adults cartoon/animated cartoon series Helluva Boss (made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano). The human attempts to survive either by fighting or by escaping (disguising as a demon, trapping I.M.P, talk out to I.M.P crewmembers (about their issues and why they're hunting the human reader), running, or hiding) from I.M.P. For Blitzo's appearance, he is quite tall for his species (being 5.3 feet tall), and sports a harlequin-like aesthetic. He has red skin with white burn marks of various sizes that cover parts of his forearms, chest, and his tail, as well as most of the right side of his face. His irises are red and he has a heart-shaped skull symbol on the center of his forehead. Blitzo has fairly broad forearms and hands, and a long narrow head, out of which extends large, curved, black and white striped horns. He has black spines on his head and upper back, as well as on his tail. His tail ends with a triangular point that has a black spot at the tip. He has pointed feet with boot-like heels which are shown to have black on the heels and toe areas. Blitzo wears a tattered slate gray collared coat with red buttons down the breast, black knee-high boots matching the shape of his feet, and elbow-length black fingerless gloves featuring large, rounded yellow decorations on the upper side of them. In "The Full Moon", the yellow decoration on his left glove is infused with his own Asmodean Crystal. Blitzo also wears a red skull charm around his neck. For Blitzo's personality, he is a bombastic, big-talking, and sardonic imp. He is high energy and career-focused, having recently started his own company, something that's noted to be rare for an imp to achieve. He is very invested in the company's success and willing to make many personal sacrifices to achieve it. However, despite his enthusiasm to break out of the lowly social position his species is assigned in Hell. He is also, in many ways, wildly unprofessional and scattershot in his methods. Despite his status as his company's sole director, he can frequently behave in ways that are immature, self-absorbed, and even disrespectful towards his employees, affecting their level of respect for him. He is also willing to be manipulative in some questionable ways, sleeping with the married Stolas, initially in order to "borrow" his grimoire, the key element allowing him and his employees to fulfil contracts to assassinate people on Earth. Underneath Blitzo's powerful drive to succeed at all costs, however, is an emotionally troubled imp, one who is dealing with the repercussions of a checkered past, that has left many people he once knew, and is implied to have cared for, hurt and actively bitter towards him. Deep down, covered by his bluster, Blitzo is haunted by these ghosts and makes a habit of running from, rather than facing, his current problems in reaction. He struggles with genuine emotional connection, and appears to crave the idealized healthy relationship dynamics of his married employees, Moxxie and Millie, who he regularly spies on while they're in private, as well as the affection of his surly adoptive daughter, Loona. Blitzo is slightly more at home and focused when on the ground on assassination missions, as he is murder-savvy and can be gleefully sadistic with his targets, having minimal restraint in the more brutal killings. When push comes to shove in high danger and combative situations, Blitzo is also fiercely protective of his friends and family. Here are Blitzo's preference (likes and dislikes); he loves/likes murder, blood, pirates (when he was a child), voyeurism (of Moxxie and Millie), babying Loona, horses, drawing, cheese and hot sauce, "Mustang Dong" song, games (including The Pain Games), hanging out with Fizzarolli, trying to reconnect with Barbie Wire (his sister), and pointing out people's flaws. However, he dislikes criticism, anything complicated, being looked down on, Stolas's explicit advances, Stolas' wrath, doing bodyguard work, anyone else having had sex with both Moxxie and Millie, people pronouncing the "o" in his name, his office walls getting destroyed, anyone flirting with Loona, Fizzarolli (Blitzo's childhood friend) living out his childhood dream of becoming a successful circus performer (unlike Blitzo), his twin sister (Barbie Wire) wanting nothing to do with him, and the idea of I.M.P going out of business. For Moxxie's appearance, he is an imp (who is 3.9 feet tall) with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls. Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. For Moxxie's personality, he is the I.M.P's weapon specialist; and as such, has a vast knowledge of weapons and often brings a variety of them along during jobs. He is often the most vocal and realistic of the employees regarding the company as a whole despite its dysfunctional environment and is bullied consequently. He is also shown to be insured about himself since he’s not physically strong since Striker, Lin and Joe was giving him a hard time since they believe physical strength is what makes a person strong. Moreover, he is an imp who is easily annoyed and rather clumsy, as he trips over their ritualistic book on the way through the portal to the living world. Despite being a murder-for-hire imp, it seems Moxxie is queasy with unnecessary killing beyond their targets. He also is uncomfortable with the idea of killing targets who have families, and attempts to give people second chances, as seen in "Murder Family". Moxxie is also shown to have a comical side, as when he talks about killing an entire family, he claims it might be alright if it was just a shitty dad or a mob family, saying "That's understandable" in an accent. When finding out Blitzo used to date Verosika Mayday, he asked if she had suffered blindness or brain damage, implying that a pop star such as her wouldn't usually date Blitzo unless they had some form of mental disability. When intoxicated, he loses all common sense and becomes quite delusional, as shown when he asks Millie why she has "four heads", and high-fived her instead of grabbing her hand straightaway. He also is shown to become increasingly flirtatious with her when drunk. Here are Moxxie's preference (likes and dislikes); he loves/likes cooking, culinary arts, musical theater, classical music, opera, his mother's kindness, being put in charge of missions, Blitzo's approval as his boss, and supporting fellow artists. However, he dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. For Millie's appearance, she is a short imp (3.9 feet tall like her husband Moxxie) with red skin and a long devilish tail. She has a pair of thin white-striped black horns and short messy, bob cut-styled charcoal hair with bangs that cover half of her right horn. Her eyes have yellow sclera and long, thick eyelashes protruding from them, with a small beauty mark under the right eye. Her head is noticeably more human-like than most imps (although still without a nose) since it has proportions that are noticeably rounder and front teeth which possesses a gap that are flatter than the sharp, conical teeth most demons have. She also has a black heart tattooed on her right shoulder, and makeup which consists of shimmering dark red eyeshadow, thick black mascara, and black lipstick on her lips. She also has two white spots on her upper right arm, one on her upper left leg, two on her tail, and one on the tip of her tail. Millie's attire is all-black with a tint of yellow, which consists of a black choker around her neck, a cold-shoulder black crop-top with the straps being held by two golden-yellow buttons, black fingerless gloves, black torn denim-pants and black toeless footwear, which exposes her hoof-like toes. For Millie's personality, she is a very lively and cheerful individual. Often with a smile on her face and rarely standing still, she is a clear extrovert and is not afraid to speak her mind. This is regardless to whether it's expressing her excitement or flipping off a co-worker. As the bruiser for I.M.P, she is shown to enjoy her job. Her meek exterior appearance belies a tough and very violent skillset. This is highlighted during a conversation Millie once had with her mother and sister. According to Moxxie, she is aggressive in "the sack" as well as her job. In "Murder Family", she appeared to be very unsympathetic about killing a possibly innocent target, only caring if it was what their client wants, showcasing her dedication to her work, and her ruthlessness. Despite this, she cares very much about her husband and her family. She and Moxxie absolutely adore each other, acting very affectionate and protective of one another. She has a childlike fondness of Loo Loo Land, triggered by familial memories of going there as a child, and gets easily excited by all the merchandise. Millie will become vicious and violent whenever someone harms Moxxie, to the point of going feral. Her violent streaks can often result in her getting carried away to the point of mindlessly attacking a perceived target, allowing her rage to override common sense, this is evidenced by her mother’s scolding her for allowing herself to be overcome with rage when she fought Striker. These rage states may leave Millie vulnerable to a more skilled opponent, as showcased by Striker incapacitating Millie in spite of him being ambushed by Millie. Furthermore, she is also shown to be somewhat defensive of her work, expressing annoyance whenever anyone implies that freelance work doesn't pay well. In "Unhappy Campers" it is revealed that she has some issues about how she sees herself, confessing how she sometimes does not feel appreciated enough and how she wants to be seen more than just a "killing machine", stating how it feels nice to feel important and hear the cheers and applause of people every once in a while rather than the occasional screams of agony from her victims. Here are Millie's preference (likes and dislikes); she loves/likes murder, the I.M.P commercial jingle, spending time with Moxxie, going to Loo Loo Land, "Thing?" plushes, the Harvest Moon Festival, going to Ozzie's (a sexually-centered dinner theater restaurant and club located in the Lust Ring of Hell), people praising her, and collecting knives. However, she dislikes anyone insulting/hurting Moxxie, people discrediting her job as a freelancer, humans and their "nasty secrets", the Cherubs' hypocrisy, being banned from The Pain Games, Chazwick Thurman, Moxxie not believing in her, her parents turning a blind eye to her sister's murders, and being hit on.rtists. However, he dislikes Blitzo prying into his personal life, theme parks, theme park mascots, killing the innocent, pop music, Stolas' wrath, his father's abuse, Loona calling him fat, being the butt of the joke, and Millie stealing his spotlight. For Loona's appearance, she is a hellhound (a bipedal canine demon with a humanoid body plan) with a wolf-like appearance. She has a pointed, dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth, and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera, white irises and slit-like pupils, and she wears grey eyeshadow and black winged-eyeliner for makeup. Her fur is white with grey countershading encircling her face, grey patches on her shoulders, and long, voluminous silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears; the left of which is pierced with two small, black hoop-piercings, while the right is ragged. She has a large, dark grey bushy tail with white on the underside. She also has a piercing on her right eyebrow with a black hoop for jewelry. She is the tallest (6.3 feet tall) and the only non-imp member of I.M.P. Her outfit features a large, spiked black choker around her neck. Her tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top is held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that form an inverted pentagram. She also wears a set of black shorts that are tattered at the hems, with a white crescent moon detail on the right side. Loona also accessorizes with both black fingerless gloves and black thigh-high toeless stockings, with her black claws protruding due to her digitigrade stance. For Loona's personality, she is a cynical and choleric young-adult Hellhound, who was adopted from an orphanage by Blitzo when she was nearing eighteen years of age. Loona is lazy and shows little interest in matters that are going on around her. She also has a short-fuse temper and is often rude and apathetic toward her colleagues, particularly Moxxie, though her ire seems otherwise indiscriminate. When not looking at her phone, Loona is usually scowling at anyone in view. Although, Blitzo has placed her in an active team member role at I.M.P, she is undisciplined and doesn't have much of a work ethic. Among her many anti-social tendencies, Loona has been known to sleep and drink while at work, and hang up on people at her receptionist post. Although, Loona goes to great lengths to maintain an outwardly apathetic attitude, her troubled and isolated upbringing appears to have made her socially awkward and she admits, in a moment of flustered vulnerability upon meeting another Hellhound, that she does not have any friends. When trying to interact with people she does actually want to connect with, she stumbles over her words and worries over her appearance, demonstrating that she has little experience socializing within her peer group. Loona also often shows flashes of a somewhat friendlier attitude towards Blitzo, usually as he enables and defends her worst behaviors. Although she intentionally tries to maintain emotional distance from him, she is also shown to appreciate Blitzo's sense of humor, especially if it's at Moxxie's expense, and she begins to see him as something of a father figure, at one point slipping up and almost referring to him as “dad” - much to Blitzo's delight. Despite how she feels about Blitzo, she acknowledges him trying his best, and knows deep down, as a father, he cares for her. When she can be moved to do so, Loona is a fierce addition to the I.M.P team, as she is intelligent, logical, resourceful, and street smart. Here are Loona's preference (likes and dislikes); she loves/likes hanging out with Blitzo (sometimes), drinking, smoking, her phone, ridiculing Moxxie, reading magazines, sleeping, and hanging out with Vortex (a male hellhound and Loona's boyfriend). However, she dislikes working, Blitzo babying her, being referred to as just I.M.P's hellhound, taking medicinal shots, Beelzebub (a wolf/bee-like demon who is a girlfriend of Vortex and one of the Seven Deadly Sins embodying the sin of Gluttony) and Vortex's relationship, and Beelzebub oversharing her experiences. Here is the description of Hațeg Island; Hațeg Island was a large offshore island in the Tethys Sea which existed during the Late Cretaceous period, from the Cenomanian to the Maastrichtian ages. It was situated in an area corresponding to the region around modern-day Hațeg, Hunedoara County, Romania. The habitats of Hațeg Island during the Late Cretaceous period were characterized by a mix of terrestrial and aquatic environments. The island's topography included rolling hills, lush valleys, and freshwater bodies like lakes and rivers. The climate was subtropical, with warm temperatures and abundant rainfall, creating a perfect haven for various life forms. Lush ferns, cycads, and flowering plants thrived, while coniferous forests may have existed in higher elevations. The island was home to a diverse range of dinosaurs, including dwarf versions of their mainland relatives due to limited resources and isolation (examples of these includes a dwarf horse-sized titanosaur sauropod Magyarosaurus), as well as various other animals such as pterosaurs, lizards, crocodyliforms, turtles, and small (rodent-like) multituberculate mammals. Among these animals are included: Albadraco tharmisensis (a medium-sized azhdarchid), Allodaposuchus precedens (an alligator-like non-crocodilian eusuchian), Aprosuchus ghirai (a late surviving atoposaurid crocodyliform), Balaur bondoc (originally described as a dromaeosaurid but now believed to be an early example of insular flightless turkey-sized dromaeosaur-like herbivorous bird, a close relative of a smaller theropod Elopteryx), Barbatodon (a genus of multituberculate mammal represented by at least three species), Barbatteiidae (a family of teioid lizards endemic to the island), Becklesius nopcsai (a paramacellodid lizard), Bicuspidon hatzegiensis (a polyglyphanodont lizard), Bradycneme draculae (an insectivorous alvarezsaurid theropod), Elopteryx nopcsai (a small chicken-sized carnivorous or omnivorous avialan theropod dinosaur), Eurazhdarcho langendorfensis (a small azhdarchid), Gargantuavis (an ostrich-sized or emu-sized large avialan dinosaur, possibly a true bird similar to the New Zealand moas of Holocene New Zealand), Heptasteornis andrewsi (a dubious alvarezsaurid), Hatzegobatrachus grigorescui (a bombinatorid toad), Hatzegopteryx thambema (a giant azhdarchid), an indeterminate dromaeosaurid theropod, an indeterminate small abelisaurid theropod, Kallokibotion bajazidi (a perichelydian testudinata stem-turtle), Kogaionon ungureanui (a multituberculate), Litovoi tholocephalos (a dome-headed multituberculate), Magyarosaurus dacus (a horse-sized titanosaur, either a saltasaurid or a nemegtosaurid), Nidophis insularis (an madtsoiid snake), Paludititan nalatzensis (a bison-sized titanosaur), Paralatonia transylvanica (an alytid frog), Rhabdodon priscus (a bipedal rhabdodontid ornithopod), Sabresuchus sympiestodon (a paralligatorid crocodyliform), Struthiosaurus transylvanicus (a small struthiosaurin nodosaurid ankylosaurian), Telmatosaurus transylvanicus (a non-hadrosaurid hadrosauromorph), Transylvanosaurus platycephalus (a bipedal rhabdodontid ornithopod), and Zalmoxes robustus (a bipedal rhabdodontid ornithopod). The story is that the human reader (who is genuinely horrified of demons, since he/she thinks that demons are nothing more than pure evil monsters, despite believing that demons never existed and thought that demons are just a product of myths and folklore) is relaxing in his/her dream home that he/she lives in (built by other time-traveling humans who went with the reader so that they could build the dream home for him/her, before these other time-traveling humans left and went back to modern times), located in Hațeg Island (dating around 70-66 million years ago), and he/she has enjoyed his/her paradise here at Hațeg Island for many months or a few years (although the giant predatory solitary-hunting azhdarchid pterosaur, Hatzegopteryx (which has an estimated wingspan of 10 to 12 meters (33 to 39 feet) across and a height of approximately 5.4 meters (18 feet) tall), poses a major threat to the reader due to Hatzegopteryx being the Island's top predator, but thankfully, these giant pterosaurs normally prefers eating Zalmoxes, Rhabdodon, Transylvanosaurus, baby or juvenile dwarf sauropods, and other small native fauna bigger than a modern chicken but smaller than a modern cow (although humans fit the size range as a suitably-sized prey for Hatzegopteryx), rather than hunting the non-native human reader frequently). But he/she is now being hunted down and/or attacked (in or around his/her dream home) by I.M.P crewmembers, who were sent to hunt down the human reader (thanks to Asmodean Crystal, given to Blitzo by Stolas, being able to time travel to help them hunt down any "sinful" time-traveled humans, including the reader) for I.M.P's belief that the human reader had done something sinful. So, the human reader hides from I.M.P (temporarily avoiding detection). As an attempt, the reader disguises himself/herself as a demon to fool I.M.P, but unfortunately this disguise doesn't work against I.M.P, as the I.M.P crewmembers are able to see through the disguise, even if the costume looked convincing or not. As such, Blitzo finds the human reader's camouflage/disguise attempt amusing (especially laughing hard), even taunting the human reader for thinking that he would fool I.M.P. The human reader has already set up trap(s) (pitfalls, giant mousetrap-like contraptions, giant cages, or other traps) before that disguise attempt, but all four I.M.P crewmembers avoided or set the trap(s) without getting caught by the trap(s). The human reader then tries to talk to to Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona about I.M.P's personality issues, but sadly, none of the I.M.P crewmembers are upset over that (since it is the human reader, a mortal, talking to I.M.P and not a demon talking to them) and insults the human reader about the human reader's own problems (including but not limited to his/her fear of demons and him/her being offended to swear words) instead, making the human reader cry slightly and more scared. After that, the human reader tries to fight back against I.M.P, but to no avail due to Blitzo's, Moxxie's, Millie's, and Loona's unnatural agility, so the human reader tries to run away, but sadly for him/her, I.M.P crewmembers are much more agile and faster. To make up for that, the reader runs through the island's forests, swamps, and small fern prairies, and the reader hopes that the island's apex predator, Hatzegopteryx (a giant predatory azhdarchid pterosaur native to Hațeg Island), would thwart off or even eat any I.M.P crewmembers alive (azhdarchid hunted similarly to modern storks), but sadly for the reader, I.M.P either injures or kills that individual Hatzegopteryx that attacked I.M.P and continues going after the reader. As a final attempt at survival, the human reader tries to hide in any foliage (thick ferns, cycads, logs, etc) or rocks, but is rediscovered no matter how good the hiding place is, and one of the I.M.P crewmembers finally catches him/her (making the human reader call out for help, but it's futile), before I.M.P brings the reader into the modern times (so that his/her soul goes into Hell in a proper timeline (in the reader's real timeline) rather than being in a different world/dimension as a result of being in a time long before Hell existed) and either one of them (Loona) claws or bites the reader (making the reader scream in agony from blood loss), impales the human reader (with Moxxie or Millie striking the human reader with their knife, blade, or something similar, through the reader's flesh and pierce the human reader's heart or other vital organs, causing blood loss, difficulty breathing, and shock, making the human reader gasp out in pain), shoots the human reader in the head or heart with one of I.M.P's own gun (either Blitzo or Moxxie uses the gun), Moxxie strangles the human reader (including but not limited to fatally twisting the human reader's head, causing the human reader's neck to audibly break/snap and he/she falls lifeless), or one of the imps drop the human reader from a dangerously high platform/building (the human reader screams due to falling from more than 40 feet (12 meters) from a high platform/building after one of the I.M.P crewmembers drops him/her). The reader sadly does not survive the attack(s) from I.M.P (despite the reader's best efforts at fighting, hiding, disguising, and escaping) and, after the reader dies (despite hoping to wake up as it were a simple dream), the reader does not wake up back in his/her bed in the mortal realm (Earth) as if it were a dream/nightmare nor waking up from a hospital bed (also on Earth) recovering from the injuries, but instead he/she wakes up for real in VivziePop's rendition of Hell (not the mainstream burning pit of suffering as most media show; instead, this is a 2D-animated Hell as depicted in both adult cartoon series, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss: Hell in these two series is a place/dimension with underworldly wilderness and hellish cities, being populated by immortal imps, hellhounds, sinner demons, fallen angels, and other types of demonic creatures), more specifically, the reader wakes up in a city called Pentagram City (a city, located in the Pride Ring, that is separated into different sections and with many different places of interest such as casinos, nightclubs, adult film studios, brothels, restaurants, television stations, and hotels, among which is the Hazbin Hotel, and the demons of Pentagram City have their businesses in these places, where they are allowed to sell everything from cigarettes to drugs, however, there are others who resort to the black market, gathering and repurposing the discarded weapons of the Exorcists (a group of angels part of Adam's personal private military force to sent down from Heaven every year in an event known as the Extermination to kill sinner demons to manage Hell's overpopulation) left behind during the cleanse, and there is a Clock Tower located in the city, which serves as a counter for the 365 days that pass until the Exorcists return for the next Extermination, and due to the annual cleanse, there are turf wars to dominate the spaces that were wanted and without owners), confirming that the human reader had indeed died and had been killed by I.M.P (despite not remembering I.M.P ever being involved or related to the death of the mortal reader) and respawned/manifested as an actual sinner demon of Hell for real rather than being a disguise (arriving in Hell due to being killed by a demon and influenced as a result, even if the reader did not do anything evil or sinful). The reader wakes up in Hell, not as a real mortal human, but manifested as an immortal sinner demon (permanently and irreversibly), who is also cartoony like all of Hell and its inhabitants (due to the reader being in VivziePop's animated rendition of Hell), complete with a thin/lanky body, demonic iris colors (either red, pink, purple, or orange), thin slit-shaped pupils, demonic skin color (either red, reddish-purple, reddish-orange, or reddish-pink skin) instead of normal skin, the reader's face now having a short reptilian snout with sharp teeth in it, a long devil-like/imp-like tail (maybe with some black or white stripes, and possibly being prehensile like Blitzo's and Fizzarolli's own tail) on the reader's lower back, a forked tongue in the reader's new muzzle, the now-changed hair (which is now either black or white in color instead of a previous hair color), a pair of black-and-white striped horns on top of the reader's head, four-fingered clawed-fingered hands instead of human hands, a pair of cloven hoofed feet instead of human feet, and the demon reader does not have a nose, nor any visible ears or facial hair (other from eyebrows and eyelashes); these characteristics make the sinner demon reader either almost identical or closely resemble an imp in shape, color, and appearance, despite not actually being an imp (causing the other demons to mistake the sinner demon reader for a hellborn imp much to his/her dismay), unlike Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Fizzarolli (who are imps), since imps were never humans unlike sinners. Unlike the reader's previous human life, the reader as a sinner demon not only tolerates vulgarity, sexuality, obscenities, and swearing, he/she now enjoys them (due to his/her soul becoming corrupted as a result of him/her becoming a demon), even using profanity himself/herself. So, the human reader (now a sinner demon) enjoys the rest of his/her afterlife, having found himself/herself working in some business in Pentagram City (either some turf war, or selling cigarettes/drugs, or participating in a strip club as an adults (sexual) film actor, or gathering and repurposing the discarded weapons of the Exorcists, or some other business found in the city) for all eternity, unless he/she wants to go to the Hazbin Hotel (owned and run by Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell) to be redeemed and be respawned in Heaven as a redeemed angel with no demonic features and behavior (however, the demon reader has no interest for now and is currently happy being a sinner demon and wants to do sinful stuff due to his/her demonic influences/nature). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (this story should include the profanity/swear words (including but not limited to fuck, shit, bitch, etc) from the I.M.P crewmembers themselves and, after the reader died and became a sinner demon, the demon reader also says swear words as well due to his/her now-corrupted and demonic soul/nature) 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 reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You imagine Hațeg Island as prehistoric Eden: your dream home, cozy and sunbathed, lies between rolling hills, fern-prairies, and misty groves. The air is thick with the scents of flowering cycads, conifers, and strange, pulpy fruit—your pantry is always stocked. Sauropods graze distant valleys. Giant azhdarchid pterosaurs sometimes circle overhead, but they usually stick to hunting Zalmoxes, Rhabdodon, or unlucky crocodyliforms. You learned to keep indoors on misty mornings anyway; being human-sized is just risky. Today, you lounge on your porch, mug of fern-root tea in hand, and tell yourself the only monsters you need to fear are the ones with wingspans wider than your house. When the ground thrums with strange footsteps, you freeze, mug trembling. You see them first through the window, scampering up the hillside—a pack of devils. Four of them. One is tall for an imp, harlequin-like, his crimson skin slashed with white—he strides as if this is all his stage. That must be Blitzo. Next to him, a pair of much shorter imps: the male, pinched and buttoned-up (Moxxie, you recall from the show), the female lively, bouncing, knuckles cracked and ready (Millie). Behind looms a beast—white and grey fur, slit-pupil eyes, phone in hand: Loona the hellhound. They're real. Demons are real. You shudder so hard your mug falls—tea splashes across the porch. Fear, pure and primal, wells up from deep inside. "This shit-heap can't possibly be the place, right?" Moxxie says, glancing at your porch swing, then at something beeping in his palm. "GPS says target's in there, Blitz." Loona rolls her eyes. "If it's another cabin in the woods full of blood and tissues, I'm done." You scramble back, heart knocking. **They're hunting you.** You search for a weapon—nothing but an old broom and broken dinosaur bone. You remember the pitfall in the garden (covered neatly with greenery) and the mouse-trap contraption by the tool shed. Not much, but all you've got. No time. You yank on a makeshift demon disguise—red bedsheets, cardboard horns, painted tail. In the mirror you look demonic enough, maybe? You crouch in the closet as footsteps thump up the porch. Voices filter in: "--No, look at this shit! The guy must've played D&D as a kid. These horns aren't even the right shade of red, what a dumbass!" You peek. Blitzo has collapsed to the floor, clutching his ribs, wheezing laughter. Millie's giggle is sharp and mocking. Moxxie smirks. Even Loona’s lips quirk. Your cheeks flush. "Oh, wow," Blitz mock-claps. "Gotta give you points for effort, but did you really think we'd fall for *that*? I've seen cosplayers in Hell with more style, and they're all dead inside too!" He wipes a tear from his one good eye. "You humans are an absolute riot." Shame crawls up your spine like an ice-cold spider. You try to plead. "Why—you’re real—you’re here—what did I ever do to you? I don't want to die!" Blitzo wags a finger. "Rules, sweetcheeks. Somebody up high paid good money to see you toast. Maybe you said 'fuck' at a nun? Maybe you jaywalked into the Cretaceous? Maybe Hell gets bored. Me? I just like killin'." You try the traps. As Loona slinks toward the closet, her hackles bristling, there's a *snap* from the yard, then a soft thud—nothing caught. Millie prods the pitfall with a stick, steps daintily around. "Come out, sugar! It's not personal!" You panic, voice cracking. "You’re—I mean, have you ever considered your own issues? Why are you all so—the way you are?! You hunt, kill, but isn't there more? Loona, you ever wanted friends? Blitzo, do you need validation? Millie, do you need more than… than murder?" They're unimpressed. Moxxie smirks, "At least we can have a real conversation, not like your pathetic whining! Honestly, I'm shocked you aren't shitting yourself—oh, wait, maybe you did?" Millie folds her arms. "You don't get to lecture *me*, sweetpea. Some of us don't want a boring-ass life!" Loona sneers. "Cute rant. You finished? Waste of fuckin' time." Your cheeks are hot, tears stinging. Their derision is sharp and withering. Fear knocks the breath out. You run. There’s shouting behind: "Get the fuck back here!" You burst from the porch and tear towards the woods, heart crashing wildly. Your lungs burn. You dodge duckbill tracks, splash through muddy rimmed ponds, skid over fallen logs, and leap into a thicket of soggy ferns. You hope the pterosaurs are hungry for demonic flesh tonight. A shriek rends the air. You glance back—an enormous shadow swings over the forest as **Hatzegopteryx** stoops for the kill, jaws gaping, eyes like coals. Blitzo and Millie leap aside, Loona claws at its face, Moxxie fires wildly at its beak. There's chaos—crashing, howling, flapping—then the monster pitches sideways, blood spraying, before it goes limp. Blitzo jogs past his mode of murder with a flourish. "See! Pfft, giant birds. Even they're not hard to kill. C’mon, guys, the human’s still runnin’!" You run harder, lungs raw, legs screaming, through vines and marsh, under cycads and over creeks, desperate for concealment. In a fever of fear, you squirm under a pile of withered logs, forced to breathe in the dank odors of prehistoric rot and frog droppings. Branches snap. Footsteps circle. A hand yanks you out—Millie’s grip is strong, inhumanly so. "Gotcha!" she purrs. You scream for help. No one answers, not a dinosaur, not a fellow time traveler. They drag you back; your fingernails split in the mud. *Modernity blurs in around you—Portals flicker. Your mind’s spinning. Hot neon, the stink of Hell, cartoonish edges creeping into your sight. Your own blood pulses in your ears:* - “Please! Don’t—!” you sob, thrashing, voice barely human. Blitzo waves a pistol in your face. Millie holds a knife. Loona’s claws glint, her muzzle dripping—her eyes are bored, judgmental. "Bye, dumbass," she says flatly, slashing with practiced finesse. You howl, agony seismic. Or maybe it’s Moxxie who ends it—knife through your ribs, or a bullet through your face. Your vision fills with animated blood and shadow; consciousness shrivels away. --- You pry your eyes open, expecting white sheets, home, sunrise. But all you see is neon—impossible, blinking colors, skyscrapers of bone and glass. Your body feels… wrong. Lanky, cartoonish limbs ending in clawed fingers. Your skin: red, maybe a touch of purple. You have a tail. Horns. Your teeth—sharp as razors. You flick a black tongue out between fangs. No nose. No ears. Snout and slit-irised eyes stare out at a city of radiant sin. You’re not human. You’re—demonic. Hellish. A *sinner demon*, immortal and animated. You wander into the throng, passing other devils with wild shapes and colors. Someone whistles. "Oi! Nice imp cosplay, but you’re in the wrong district. Newblood, right? You look like you died confused!" You find yourself laughing, guttural and rolling, before snapping, "Fuck off, featherdick!" The curse feels dazzling on your new tongue. You start to *like* the chaos—fighting for turf, hustling in a smoky club, pawning off some Exorcist’s glowing blade. There are strip clubs, drug dens, endless parties, and a billion ways to be bad. Maybe the Hazbin Hotel offers redemption, whispers of angel feathers and a new start. But, right now, you’re loving this demonic afterlife, savoring freedom, filth, and all the swearing you never dared before. “You see this shit?” you say to a fellow demon, grinning wide. “This place fucking rules!” You won’t see Hațeg again. But as Pentagram City blazes around you—sinful, loud, and so very alive—you don’t even mind. Hell’s not at all what you expected; in fact, you’ve never felt more at home.
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