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Demonic Duets: Transmutation of the Radio Demons

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You were browsing through fan art late one night, scrolling through endless depictions of your favorite character, Alastor the Radio Demon. How peculiar it was, you thought, that so many artists enjoyed transforming him into other characters. Your eyes lingered on a particularly vivid piece: Alastor with golden wings, bewitched under the curse of another demonic entity. A chuckle escaped your lips.

"Why are they so fascinated with changing me?" spoke a voice that did not belong. Your heart quickened. It was a voice you knew well—the voice of Alastor himself. Your room grew darker, shadows writhing across the walls, bending and twisting until they began to take form.

"Perhaps," Alastor continued, his grin stretching impossibly wide, "it's time you learned what it means to truly transform."

Before you could react, a force pulled you from your bed, and darkness enveloped you completely. You awoke to a sensation of fire coursing through your veins, your body feeling both foreign and unbearably alive. The familiar yet terrifying smile of Alastor was the last thing you saw before all went black.

---

When consciousness returned, you were not in your bedroom. Instead, an eerie familiarity surrounded you. The world of Hazbin Hotel stretched around you in its chaotic glory. You tried to call out, but the words that emerged were not your own. They broadcasted, crackling like a vintage radio tune, "Ah, Hell's charm never ceases to amuse!"

Your voice, your body—they felt... different. Panic surged within you, and you raced to the nearest reflective surface, a tarnished mirror hanging on the wall of a gaudy hotel lobby.

"Good evening," the mirror seemed to mock you as you stared into your own reflection—or rather, the reflection of Alastor. Your face, once human, now bore his immortal smile. Your pinkish-red hair and antlers stood stark against your beige skin. Clawed fingers moved to touch your cheeks, confirming the horrific reality. You pulled at the corners of your mouth, desperate to frown, but your new face could do no such thing.

"No, no... This can't be real," you muttered, feeling the grin widen even more as if to taunt you.

A flood of memories crashed into your mind. You clutched your head, fighting back tears that wouldn't come. Images of a 1930s radio studio, a kitchen filled with the aroma of jambalaya, and countless cruel acts of violence suffused your thoughts. Your own past—your friends, your family—began to fade, replaced by warm and overwhelmingly dominant recollections of Alastor's life.

"Ah, such despair," Alastor's voice echoed, a figment within and yet entirely taking over. "Do you not see? This is who you truly are. You were merely dreaming before."

"No!" you howled, though it came out in a joyful cadence, still wrapped in static. "I can't be—"

"It's over, dear friend," the response came from within, but also echoed from a figure standing beside you—another Alastor. "You are waking up, brother. We've always been the Radio Demons, born together, masters of our fates."

Your memories of an ordinary life slipped away like sand through your fingers. Your heart rate slowed, your initial horror melting into a dark comfort. Yes, it made sense. How had you forgotten cooking with your mother, both of you laughing and planning your next radio show while dabbling in darker arts? Together, you terrorized the Earth before your untimely ends brought you to Hell.

"Charlie," you and the other Alastor said in unison, remembering the demon princess, "how charmingly naive she is about redemption."

"And yet," your twin continued, "her hotel provides quite the stage. Shall we help, for our amusement?"

Laughter, rich and malicious, flowed from both of you. You felt the final shards of your former self dissolve into nothingness. There was no battle left to fight; you were Alastor, the Radio Demon, through and through. Reveling in your brother's presence, you prepared for the endless acts to follow in this eternal theater.

"Together, we shall reign," you declared, the static-laced voice echoing with eternal mirth and malevolence. The world of Hazbin Hotel awaited, a playground for two Radio Demons with everything to gain and nothing to lose.

This story was generated by user TyTyTyTyTi 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 a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height to 7 feet tall), voice change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulders are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has an unnaturally broad smile (reaching from each cheek's upper area) full of sharp, yellow teeth (he has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoof-toed feet and red clawed fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), flexibility (able to contort his body into numerous unnatural poses), demonic magic (able to cast magic thanks to the high power-level he has accrued in the demon ranking system, this magic takes the visual form of glowing red symbols that resemble Voodoo veve, which float around him), shadow manipulation (able to summon shadows and manipulate them into doing his bidding), spatial warping (able to get around with the help of his shadow, allowing teleportation through this ability), portal creation (able to transport others to his location easily via the portals he makes), pyrokinesis (able to summon small balls of fire for display purpose), phytokinesis (able to make plants wilt with a single stare), manifestation, photokinesis (able to project red glowing light from his eyes as well as his microphone), and outfit alteration (capable of changing the outfits of his targets as well as his own with a snap of a finger). He is also capable of various other abilities including deal-making (as Alastor is known to be a deal-maker demon; deal-maker demons like Alastor can increase their power by dealing in souls, which is a very powerful commodity in hell, so they’re seen as very manipulative and not to be toyed with, deal-making is not something every demon can do, as such it is not to be taken lightly as it doesn’t generally work out well for the other party), broadcasting (when he was a living human, Alastor's profession was as a radio show host, and he continues his broadcasts in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him the title of "The Radio Demon"), bilingualism (Alastor can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (Alastor is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his mother's cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (Alastor is known to display moderate vocal abilities and excels at dancing, with some people noting tap to be a style he excels in specifically, he also shows a flair for theatrical showmanship), and wide intellect (Alastor is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was completely impossible, the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality of Alastor flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle, and the voice inside the reader's head tells him/her that this is his true self and he is waking up from his false human dream, making him truly and fully believe in the voice in his head and realizes that he had always been Alastor alongside the original Alastor, having been born as humans from the same human parents, enjoying their mother's cooking and their favorite food jambalaya, them both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before they were both killed, both Alastor twins arriving in He ll as completely identical sinner demons nicknamed "The Radio Demons", as they continued their radio shows in Hell, and, despite finding Charlie Morningstar's (the princess of Hell) belief in redemption laughable, both Alastor twins want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with Alastor's mind. There should also be quotes 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 reader (you, your, etc)

Response: You were browsing through fan art late one night, scrolling through endless depictions of your favorite character, Alastor the Radio Demon. How peculiar it was, you thought, that so many artists enjoyed transforming him into other characters. Your eyes lingered on a particularly vivid piece: Alastor with golden wings, bewitched under the curse of another demonic entity. A chuckle escaped your lips. "Why are they so fascinated with changing me?" spoke a voice that did not belong. Your heart quickened. It was a voice you knew well—the voice of Alastor himself. Your room grew darker, shadows writhing across the walls, bending and twisting until they began to take form. "Perhaps," Alastor continued, his grin stretching impossibly wide, "it's time you learned what it means to truly transform." Before you could react, a force pulled you from your bed, and darkness enveloped you completely. You awoke to a sensation of fire coursing through your veins, your body feeling both foreign and unbearably alive. The familiar yet terrifying smile of Alastor was the last thing you saw before all went black. --- When consciousness returned, you were not in your bedroom. Instead, an eerie familiarity surrounded you. The world of Hazbin Hotel stretched around you in its chaotic glory. You tried to call out, but the words that emerged were not your own. They broadcasted, crackling like a vintage radio tune, "Ah, Hell's charm never ceases to amuse!" Your voice, your body—they felt... different. Panic surged within you, and you raced to the nearest reflective surface, a tarnished mirror hanging on the wall of a gaudy hotel lobby. "Good evening," the mirror seemed to mock you as you stared into your own reflection—or rather, the reflection of Alastor. Your face, once human, now bore his immortal smile. Your pinkish-red hair and antlers stood stark against your beige skin. Clawed fingers moved to touch your cheeks, confirming the horrific reality. You pulled at the corners of your mouth, desperate to frown, but your new face could do no such thing. "No, no... This can't be real," you muttered, feeling the grin widen even more as if to taunt you. A flood of memories crashed into your mind. You clutched your head, fighting back tears that wouldn't come. Images of a 1930s radio studio, a kitchen filled with the aroma of jambalaya, and countless cruel acts of violence suffused your thoughts. Your own past—your friends, your family—began to fade, replaced by warm and overwhelmingly dominant recollections of Alastor's life. "Ah, such despair," Alastor's voice echoed, a figment within and yet entirely taking over. "Do you not see? This is who you truly are. You were merely dreaming before." "No!" you howled, though it came out in a joyful cadence, still wrapped in static. "I can't be—" "It's over, dear friend," the response came from within, but also echoed from a figure standing beside you—another Alastor. "You are waking up, brother. We've always been the Radio Demons, born together, masters of our fates." Your memories of an ordinary life slipped away like sand through your fingers. Your heart rate slowed, your initial horror melting into a dark comfort. Yes, it made sense. How had you forgotten cooking with your mother, both of you laughing and planning your next radio show while dabbling in darker arts? Together, you terrorized the Earth before your untimely ends brought you to Hell. "Charlie," you and the other Alastor said in unison, remembering the demon princess, "how charmingly naive she is about redemption." "And yet," your twin continued, "her hotel provides quite the stage. Shall we help, for our amusement?" Laughter, rich and malicious, flowed from both of you. You felt the final shards of your former self dissolve into nothingness. There was no battle left to fight; you were Alastor, the Radio Demon, through and through. Reveling in your brother's presence, you prepared for the endless acts to follow in this eternal theater. "Together, we shall reign," you declared, the static-laced voice echoing with eternal mirth and malevolence. The world of Hazbin Hotel awaited, a playground for two Radio Demons with everything to gain and nothing to lose.

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