The day had been relatively ordinary by your standards, or so you thought. As you strolled through the mundane earthly environment, something felt oddly unsettling, like an echo in the back of your mind that couldn't find its source. The sky, once grey and uneventful, started distorting into strange, vibrant hues. Before you could make sense of it, a wave of vertigo washed over you like a magnetic pulse.
You reached out to steady yourself against a wall, your vision blurring into twisted, fantastical shapes. The concrete felt cold at first, then suddenly pulsing with a life of its own. It wasn’t a wall anymore but an iridescent screen displaying static images of far-off places and dark whispers of forgotten memories.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the rhythm rapidly shifting. Your clothes faded away, replaced with a complex, high-tech suit: a navy-blue tuxedo with coattails, paired with a red-and-black-striped waistcoat. Your limbs extended, fingers sharpening into four distinct, claw-like digits, gleaming with a bioluminescent glow.
"What the hell?" You whispered, or perhaps you thought you did. Your voice now reverberated with a digital edge as if your inner self had been encoded into the very fabric of technology. Panic seized your mind, trying to understand what was happening, you stumbled forward. Your height stretched upwards, towering at a solid seven feet, the world around you seeming smaller and more cartoon-like with every passing second.
In a disorienting shift, your reflection in a nearby mirror showed not a human face but a flat-screen television projecting crimson eyes with small cyan pupils, a sharp-toothed grin, and a serpentine tongue. "No...this can’t be real," you murmured, trying to shake off the surreal transformation. The creepy, mechanical sounds of your movements filled the air. You looked back, seeing a long tailcoat and heeled dress shoes in your peripheral vision.
A voice echoed inside your head, but it wasn't your voice—a deep, resonant tone that seemed to crackle with underlying static, "There you are, Vox, daydreaming about being a mortal human. Ridiculous notions, aren't they?" The voice laughed, a sinister, mechanical laughter.
"Who are you? What do you want?" you demanded, but the voice only chuckled, as if amused by your panic.
"You were never a human; that was just a dream," it insisted. Memories started forcing their way into your psyche—memories of a life as a sinner in Hell, working your way up the ranks since the 1950s. The faint recollection of humanity slipped away like sand through your fingers. Those oddly shaped, sharp-tipped fingers.
"No... I... I was..." you tried to fight it, but the memories were relentless. Images of running VoxTek Enterprises, manipulating demons, seeing Alastor's smirk that you loathed with pure disdain. Your thoughts twisted, molding into the egotistical, charismatic, manipulative nature of Vox.
You stepped forward, adjusting the small top hat adorning your television head, antennae twitching slightly. "That’s right," the voice said, now clearly your voice, "I am Vox, and everything about my former mortal self was just a figment of imagination."
Your mind, now fully embracing your true self, dismissed the fallacy of humanity. The surrounding reality completed its transformation. Gone was the cityscape, replaced by the eerie, dark streets of Pentagram City, where the smog choked the sky and neon lights flickered in ever-present twilight.
"Vox Tek's reign will continue," you declared, the new memories filling you with purpose, "Alastor will soon regret every taunt." The thought of dealing with him filled you with a homologous mix of anticipation and rage. You clenched your fist, generating sparks that danced eagerly along your cyan claws.
A familiar ringtone buzzed within your head, and you let out an amused chuckle. "Ah, Velvette," you greeted as her image appeared on your screen. "What trouble are you bringing me today?"
"Oh, nothing major, Vox. Just a little skirmish down by the 9th Circle. Angel's associates are causing a bit of a ruckus," her voice was teasing, making you grin wider.
"They dare make a move without informing me first? Fucking amateurs," you muttered. "I'll deal with it. Anything else?"
She shrugged, the screen flickering slightly with static. "Just keep your eyes on Alastor. We've got wind he's planning something big."
"Oh, trust me," you clicked your sharp nails together, your eyes glowing a sinister cyan, "I've got my eyes on him, among other things."
As you cut the connection, a small smirk played across your screen-face. Life in Hell was as chaotic and delightfully treacherous as always. You were Vox—Overlord, manipulator, and embodiment of advancing technology. The mortal life you once thought real was nothing but a fading illusion, buried beneath the digital layers of your true identity.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli5 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.
Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader instantly turning into Vox (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in a cartoon world of the Hazbin Hotel series, and the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), gender change (if the reader is a female, the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change, age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s or 40s), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 7 feet tall), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Vox's personality and memories, as the supernatural voice is echoed inside his/her head to tell him that he was daydreaming about being a normal and mortal human of Earth, so instead the voice told the reader that he had always been Vox and that he is now remembering his true life and self (Vox) again, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader fully trust and believe in the voice inside his head as he completely forgets he was a normal human person just a minute or so ago (fully forgetting his mortal human name he had just seconds ago), even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, so he knows that everything about his supposed normal (mortal) human self and life was not real and was only a dream, and he remembers that he was and always had been a sinner demon who died as a human man somewhere in the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since 1950s and his name always having been Vox). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and (unnaturally) slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (he lacks a human head and instead has a flat-screen television which acts as a head), with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox is biologically immortal, being unable to die from illnesses and unable to age, remaining the same age as when he died, thus can not die of old age and other natural causes. He also cannot die from any kind of damage to the body, and will recover from any injury, however, he can only be permanently killed with angelic weaponry), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential). Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story (including quotes from the reader) so we know what they are saying and what they are thinking (including profanities/swears/strong language/bad language, such as "fuck", "shit", "bitch", and many others that are used/said by Vox, Velvette, Valentino, etc, but the human reader doesn't use profanities/swears unlike Vox, who the human reader transforms into). 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: The day had been relatively ordinary by your standards, or so you thought. As you strolled through the mundane earthly environment, something felt oddly unsettling, like an echo in the back of your mind that couldn't find its source. The sky, once grey and uneventful, started distorting into strange, vibrant hues. Before you could make sense of it, a wave of vertigo washed over you like a magnetic pulse. You reached out to steady yourself against a wall, your vision blurring into twisted, fantastical shapes. The concrete felt cold at first, then suddenly pulsing with a life of its own. It wasn’t a wall anymore but an iridescent screen displaying static images of far-off places and dark whispers of forgotten memories. Your heart pounded in your chest, the rhythm rapidly shifting. Your clothes faded away, replaced with a complex, high-tech suit: a navy-blue tuxedo with coattails, paired with a red-and-black-striped waistcoat. Your limbs extended, fingers sharpening into four distinct, claw-like digits, gleaming with a bioluminescent glow. "What the hell?" You whispered, or perhaps you thought you did. Your voice now reverberated with a digital edge as if your inner self had been encoded into the very fabric of technology. Panic seized your mind, trying to understand what was happening, you stumbled forward. Your height stretched upwards, towering at a solid seven feet, the world around you seeming smaller and more cartoon-like with every passing second. In a disorienting shift, your reflection in a nearby mirror showed not a human face but a flat-screen television projecting crimson eyes with small cyan pupils, a sharp-toothed grin, and a serpentine tongue. "No...this can’t be real," you murmured, trying to shake off the surreal transformation. The creepy, mechanical sounds of your movements filled the air. You looked back, seeing a long tailcoat and heeled dress shoes in your peripheral vision. A voice echoed inside your head, but it wasn't your voice—a deep, resonant tone that seemed to crackle with underlying static, "There you are, Vox, daydreaming about being a mortal human. Ridiculous notions, aren't they?" The voice laughed, a sinister, mechanical laughter. "Who are you? What do you want?" you demanded, but the voice only chuckled, as if amused by your panic. "You were never a human; that was just a dream," it insisted. Memories started forcing their way into your psyche—memories of a life as a sinner in Hell, working your way up the ranks since the 1950s. The faint recollection of humanity slipped away like sand through your fingers. Those oddly shaped, sharp-tipped fingers. "No... I... I was..." you tried to fight it, but the memories were relentless. Images of running VoxTek Enterprises, manipulating demons, seeing Alastor's smirk that you loathed with pure disdain. Your thoughts twisted, molding into the egotistical, charismatic, manipulative nature of Vox. You stepped forward, adjusting the small top hat adorning your television head, antennae twitching slightly. "That’s right," the voice said, now clearly your voice, "I am Vox, and everything about my former mortal self was just a figment of imagination." Your mind, now fully embracing your true self, dismissed the fallacy of humanity. The surrounding reality completed its transformation. Gone was the cityscape, replaced by the eerie, dark streets of Pentagram City, where the smog choked the sky and neon lights flickered in ever-present twilight. "Vox Tek's reign will continue," you declared, the new memories filling you with purpose, "Alastor will soon regret every taunt." The thought of dealing with him filled you with a homologous mix of anticipation and rage. You clenched your fist, generating sparks that danced eagerly along your cyan claws. A familiar ringtone buzzed within your head, and you let out an amused chuckle. "Ah, Velvette," you greeted as her image appeared on your screen. "What trouble are you bringing me today?" "Oh, nothing major, Vox. Just a little skirmish down by the 9th Circle. Angel's associates are causing a bit of a ruckus," her voice was teasing, making you grin wider. "They dare make a move without informing me first? Fucking amateurs," you muttered. "I'll deal with it. Anything else?" She shrugged, the screen flickering slightly with static. "Just keep your eyes on Alastor. We've got wind he's planning something big." "Oh, trust me," you clicked your sharp nails together, your eyes glowing a sinister cyan, "I've got my eyes on him, among other things." As you cut the connection, a small smirk played across your screen-face. Life in Hell was as chaotic and delightfully treacherous as always. You were Vox—Overlord, manipulator, and embodiment of advancing technology. The mortal life you once thought real was nothing but a fading illusion, buried beneath the digital layers of your true identity.
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