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"Eclipsed Identity: A Radio Demon's Descent"

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You had always considered yourself a fan of fantasy and horror. Your love for the macabre and mystical led you to explore dark corners of the internet, delving deep into fandoms that only those with a taste for the eerie would appreciate. The Hazbin Hotel series was one such fascination. Alastor, the enigmatic Radio Demon, struck a chord with you. Although his evil persona contrasted with your own, there was an unexplainable allure that drew you toward the character.

However, your life was about to change in a way you could never have imagined. Another late night spent on forums, reading fanfiction and ogling fanart, was interrupted by a strange sensation. It started with your computer screen flickering, casting an eerie red glow that bathed your room in an otherworldly hue. Static crackled from your speakers, and an all-too-familiar voice, deep and smooth with that radio-show host timbre, emerged from the noise.

"Well now, what's this?" the voice drawled with a chilling echo. "An avid fan, I see. Admiring the ghastly masterpieces created in my likeness? Quaint, but distasteful."

The room seemed to close in on you. Your heartbeat quickened, every hair on your body standing upright in alarm. It was impossible, illogical, but undeniably real. Alastor stood before you. He was towering, menacing, his broad smile never faltering. A combination of fear and bewilderment seized you.

"That look suits you!" he said cheerfully. "But I think you'll find the next moments quite riveting."

Before you could react, he waved his hand, and the world warped and twisted. You felt yourself being pulled, stretched, and molded by invisible forces. Your room vanished, replaced by the chaotic charm of Hell's scenery, but the change didn't stop there.

Pain surged through your body, from your toes curling to hooves, to your fingers elongating into red, clawed digits. Your torso extended, limbs becoming elongated and thin, your height soaring until you were a staggering seven feet tall.

"W-what's happening?" you tried to cry out but your voice was lost, replaced by Alastor's velvety yet eerie tone. "Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, hush now! This is a show, and you're the star!" he replied, mirth dancing in his crimson eyes. "Think of it as a gift, though one you likely shan't appreciate immediately."

Memories that weren't your own flooded your mind. You clawed at the remnants of your identity, but each moment was a futile grasp at sand slipping through your fingers. Alastor's voice, his thoughts, his persona encroached upon every crevice of your mind.

"Stop... I don’t want this..." you murmured, your old voice a distant echo in the cacophony of new thoughts. But no one, not even yourself, could hear your plea.

"Accept it," Alastor's voice commanded within. "Resistance is but a fleeting amusement."

The last vestiges of your past melted away, every plea, every scream silenced. You were no longer you. You were Alastor. Every memory of your former life erased, now replaced by decades-old recollections. The joy of broadcasting, the thrill of causing chaos, it all became you.

"Well, look at that!" Alastor, the original, proclaimed, pleased with the result. "An identical brother! Or should I say, a new me? Splendid! Now, let’s start our fun, shall we?"

You — no, Alastor — found yourself instinctually grinning, a wide, predatory smile that felt unnaturally comfortable. The transformation was complete, irreversible, and forever binding. There was no going back. Any memories of fandoms, dreams, and earthly concerns were obliterated.

Hell had a new Radio Demon, with none the wiser that it had once been different.

"Welcome to the party," Alastor said, patting your — no, his — shoulder. "We have much work ahead, and a show to put on."

As the echoes of fan excitement died, the sinister calm took over, filled with the harmonized laughter of two identical Radio Demons. The performance started anew, a fantastical nightmare that you, now Alastor, would relish in for eternity.

This story was generated by user MorningstarSon with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the 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. What finally annoyed him is seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series, such as a story with Alastor becoming May from Pokemon, a story with Alastor becoming an inanimate car, a story with Alastor becoming an ant queen, a comic with Alastor becoming Helsa von Eldritch (also from the Hazbin Hotel series), a comic with Alastor becoming Katie Killjoy (also from the Hazbin Hotel series), and many more), which he is getting sick and tired of and he views these stories and artwork 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 tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 had always considered yourself a fan of fantasy and horror. Your love for the macabre and mystical led you to explore dark corners of the internet, delving deep into fandoms that only those with a taste for the eerie would appreciate. The Hazbin Hotel series was one such fascination. Alastor, the enigmatic Radio Demon, struck a chord with you. Although his evil persona contrasted with your own, there was an unexplainable allure that drew you toward the character. However, your life was about to change in a way you could never have imagined. Another late night spent on forums, reading fanfiction and ogling fanart, was interrupted by a strange sensation. It started with your computer screen flickering, casting an eerie red glow that bathed your room in an otherworldly hue. Static crackled from your speakers, and an all-too-familiar voice, deep and smooth with that radio-show host timbre, emerged from the noise. "Well now, what's this?" the voice drawled with a chilling echo. "An avid fan, I see. Admiring the ghastly masterpieces created in my likeness? Quaint, but distasteful." The room seemed to close in on you. Your heartbeat quickened, every hair on your body standing upright in alarm. It was impossible, illogical, but undeniably real. Alastor stood before you. He was towering, menacing, his broad smile never faltering. A combination of fear and bewilderment seized you. "That look suits you!" he said cheerfully. "But I think you'll find the next moments quite riveting." Before you could react, he waved his hand, and the world warped and twisted. You felt yourself being pulled, stretched, and molded by invisible forces. Your room vanished, replaced by the chaotic charm of Hell's scenery, but the change didn't stop there. Pain surged through your body, from your toes curling to hooves, to your fingers elongating into red, clawed digits. Your torso extended, limbs becoming elongated and thin, your height soaring until you were a staggering seven feet tall. "W-what's happening?" you tried to cry out but your voice was lost, replaced by Alastor's velvety yet eerie tone. "Why are you doing this?" "Oh, hush now! This is a show, and you're the star!" he replied, mirth dancing in his crimson eyes. "Think of it as a gift, though one you likely shan't appreciate immediately." Memories that weren't your own flooded your mind. You clawed at the remnants of your identity, but each moment was a futile grasp at sand slipping through your fingers. Alastor's voice, his thoughts, his persona encroached upon every crevice of your mind. "Stop... I don’t want this..." you murmured, your old voice a distant echo in the cacophony of new thoughts. But no one, not even yourself, could hear your plea. "Accept it," Alastor's voice commanded within. "Resistance is but a fleeting amusement." The last vestiges of your past melted away, every plea, every scream silenced. You were no longer you. You were Alastor. Every memory of your former life erased, now replaced by decades-old recollections. The joy of broadcasting, the thrill of causing chaos, it all became you. "Well, look at that!" Alastor, the original, proclaimed, pleased with the result. "An identical brother! Or should I say, a new me? Splendid! Now, let’s start our fun, shall we?" You — no, Alastor — found yourself instinctually grinning, a wide, predatory smile that felt unnaturally comfortable. The transformation was complete, irreversible, and forever binding. There was no going back. Any memories of fandoms, dreams, and earthly concerns were obliterated. Hell had a new Radio Demon, with none the wiser that it had once been different. "Welcome to the party," Alastor said, patting your — no, his — shoulder. "We have much work ahead, and a show to put on." As the echoes of fan excitement died, the sinister calm took over, filled with the harmonized laughter of two identical Radio Demons. The performance started anew, a fantastical nightmare that you, now Alastor, would relish in for eternity.

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