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Eternal Radio Demon Grins: The Rise of the Alastors

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You stand in the dim, grimy room with your sibling—nervous, and becoming more nervous as minutes tick by. The flickering light casts wild shadows on the walls. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline sending shivers down your spine. You both shared a fascinated horror for Hazbin Hotel, always wondering what it would be like to confront demons like Alastor himself. Little did you know, tonight you'd get far more than you ever wished for.

"Where do you think he is?" your sibling whispers, clutching their phone tightly. The thought feels absurd now, as though mere words would recapture the ethereal horrors that lurk beyond mortal senses.

When the shadows start to wriggle unnaturally along the walls, you realize your wait is over. Alastor materializes, his permanent, eerie smile stretching from cheek to cheek. In the dim light, his teeth glint like polished knives, and his dark-red sclera seem to pierce through your soul.

"Good evening, my dear friends!" he says, his voice resonating with the crackling static of an old-time radio. "Or should I say, my dear brothers?"

"Why are you doing this?" you cry out, grabbing your sibling's arm. Beneath your terror-stricken eyes, your sibling’s expression mirrors your own.

"Why? Oh, why not? I thought it would be a delightful distraction. Oh, and of course, you’ve been so eager to imagine my transformations into other, lesser beings and creatures. I thought it was time to demonstrate the real magic!"

With a flourish and a flash of crimson light, your bodies begin to warp. You feel the very essence of your being twist and turn. The air crackles with dark magic, each spark prickling your skin.

You feel your body shifting, stretching to unnatural heights. Flesh and bone contort painfully as your figure elongates to seven feet in height. Your arms become slender and your torso thins to an absurd degree. A tightness seizes your chest, and you realize, in abject horror, that your very gender is warping (if you were female before).

Your face is drawn into a broad, permanent smile. You try to resist—your hands grabbing your cheeks, desperate to pull them down—but the transformation forces your lips back up. There is no stopping this eternal grin. "Why can't I stop smiling?" you manage to ask through gritted teeth.

Alastor’s voice cuts through your agony. "It is your nature to smile now and forevermore. Welcome to your true self."

The memories flood in, carrying your past away like leaves in a storm. You see your childhood anew, sitting at the dinner table with your brothers, enjoying your mother’s jambalaya. You see the manic control at your fingertips, the intoxicating power of your radio broadcasts, the thrill of the hunt as your serial killings filled the airwaves with subliminal terror.

"No! This isn't right!" your sibling shouts, clutching their temples, trying to fight off the invading personality. But it's no use. The memories cascade over in relentless waves, drowning out all that was.

Suddenly, your sibling’s voice changes, becoming identical to yours—no, to Alastor's—and it’s impossible to distinguish one from the other. "Do you remember, brother?" they ask with a wide grin that matches your own. "We died together in 1933. This is simply our awakening."

You both look at Alastor, who regards you with proud, gleaming eyes. "Welcome home, my true brothers. It is as if the fabric of Hell has woven us together once more, to rule the airwaves and bring artistic terror to all who dwell here."

The three of you stand tall, dressed in perfectly matching pinstripe coats and meticulously styled hair. The once-familiar setting of your old home fades away, replaced with the lavish but dismal backdrop of the Hazbin Hotel.

**In the Epilogue:**

"Alastors!" Charlie greets as she skips over, her smile genuine and full of hope. "We have a lot to do today!"

"Indeed, dear Charlie," you say in unison with your brothers. The charm, the smirk—it all comes naturally now. You exchange glances with your siblings and can't help but relish the endless potentials for chaos and mischief.

Vaggie narrows her eyes, suspicious as ever. "I don’t trust you," she mutters.

"Oh, how delightful! Distrust keeps things spicy, doesn’t it?" you chime, chuckling.

Charlie gives a hopeful smile. "Alright, let's get to work!"

As you interact with others—Angel Dust, who is his usual saucy self; Husk, the eternally reluctant bartender; and Nifty, who adores cleaning chaos into order—you realize that your new life is far more intricate and entertaining than anything before. Helping—or hindering—Charlie is just the start.

An apparition of your former humanity flickers once more, but you laugh it off. Mortal memories are frail things, lost in the grand tapestry that you knit with your brothers—three Alastors, Radio Demons reigning supreme in Hell’s unforgiving chaos.

You lean back and let the rich, sinister laugh roll out, amplified by the radio broadcast of your own voice. "Isn't this just the most delightful picture show?"

This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-3 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

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

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Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her also-human friend or human sibling turning into completely identical clones of Alastor (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if either the reader and/or friend/sibling is a female, their breasts vanish as their throat gains an Adam's apple to give them a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and their female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from their crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if either the reader and/or friend/sibling is female before the transformation), voice change (the reader's and his/her friend's/sibling's voice becoming identical to Alastor's voice), instant clothes change (the reader's and his/her friend's/sibling's clothes instantly turning into Alastor's outfit), age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, thus 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 and his/her friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's and his/her friend's/sibling's best efforts of fighting off the new personality and memories, making them completely forget all about their past selves and remember that they always had been twin brothers of Alastor the Radio Demon (even as human Alastor's twin brothers before their deaths at the same time in 1933 and their immediate arrival in Hell as the Radio Demons), even sharing the same names, which is their real/true selves (unlike their false previous selves)). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. 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 a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His 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. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell. Not only that, but most importantly, Alastor is truly getting sick and tired of seeing artwork and stories (which he sees online, despite himself not liking technology made past his human death) of himself getting transformed into other characters and creatures in both body and mind (sometimes from different series/franchise), which Alastor genuinely views as distasteful. So to teach the reader and his/her friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth to kidnap both the reader and friend/sibling and sent them to the world of Hazbin Hotel before he uses supernatural black magic at both of them which turned them into his clones, thus turning both the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (both the reader and his/her friend/sibling notices that their grins were now unnaturally wide and permanent, both of them try to push their grins down with their own hands/fingers to get rid of the smiles in order to frown or show fear but they cannot due to making emotions other than smiling were completely impossible (they even asks in horror on why can't they stop smiling, before Alastor tells both of them that it is their nature to smile), both the reader and his/her friend/sibling also tries to fight those new memories and personality of Alastor flooding their heads, they both are horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle, and Alastor tells both of them that this is their true selves and they are waking up from their false human dreams, making both the reader and his/her friend/sibling truly and fully believe in Alastor and realizes that they both had always been Alastors alongside the original Alastor, having been born as humans from the same human parents, enjoying their mother's cooking and their favorite food jambalaya, the trio of Alastors being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before the three of them were killed, three Alastor twins arriving in Hell 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, three Alastor twins want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's and his/her friend's sibling's minds have also been completely replaced with Alastor's mind, before original Alastor welcomes his twin brothers (the reader and his other definite sibling (formerly the reader's human friend/sibling)) back home. In the epilogue, the three Alastors (the original one and the cloned ones (who were once the human reader and his/her friend/sibling)) are in the Hazbin Hotel helping Charlie Morningstar with her redemption hotel ("Hazbin Hotel"), while also interacting with Vaggie (Charlie's girlfriend, who doesn't trust Alastor or his twin brothers, while Charlie trusts all three Alastors), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor and his twin brothers), and Nifty (a miniscule female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor despite not being related)). 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 stand in the dim, grimy room with your sibling—nervous, and becoming more nervous as minutes tick by. The flickering light casts wild shadows on the walls. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline sending shivers down your spine. You both shared a fascinated horror for Hazbin Hotel, always wondering what it would be like to confront demons like Alastor himself. Little did you know, tonight you'd get far more than you ever wished for. "Where do you think he is?" your sibling whispers, clutching their phone tightly. The thought feels absurd now, as though mere words would recapture the ethereal horrors that lurk beyond mortal senses. When the shadows start to wriggle unnaturally along the walls, you realize your wait is over. Alastor materializes, his permanent, eerie smile stretching from cheek to cheek. In the dim light, his teeth glint like polished knives, and his dark-red sclera seem to pierce through your soul. "Good evening, my dear friends!" he says, his voice resonating with the crackling static of an old-time radio. "Or should I say, my dear brothers?" "Why are you doing this?" you cry out, grabbing your sibling's arm. Beneath your terror-stricken eyes, your sibling’s expression mirrors your own. "Why? Oh, why not? I thought it would be a delightful distraction. Oh, and of course, you’ve been so eager to imagine transformations. I thought it was time to demonstrate the real magic!" With a flourish and a flash of crimson light, your bodies begin to warp. You feel the very essence of your being twist and turn. The air crackles with dark magic, each spark prickling your skin. You feel your body shifting, stretching to unnatural heights. Flesh and bone contort painfully as your figure elongates to seven feet in height. Your arms become slender and your torso thins to an absurd degree. A tightness seizes your chest, and you realize, in abject horror, that your very gender is warping. Your face is drawn into a broad, permanent smile. You try to resist—your hands grabbing your cheeks, desperate to pull them down—but the transformation forces your lips back up. There is no stopping this eternal grin. "Why can't I stop smiling?" you manage to ask through gritted teeth. Alastor’s voice cuts through your agony. "It is your nature to smile now and forevermore. Welcome to your true self." The memories flood in, carrying your past away like leaves in a storm. You see your childhood anew, sitting at the dinner table with your brothers, enjoying your mother’s jambalaya. You see the manic control at your fingertips, the intoxicating power of your radio broadcasts, the thrill of the hunt as your serial killings filled the airwaves with subliminal terror. "No! This isn't right!" your sibling shouts, clutching their temples, trying to fight off the invading personality. But it's no use. The memories cascade over in relentless waves, drowning out all that was. Suddenly, your sibling’s voice changes, becoming identical to yours—no, to Alastor's—and it’s impossible to distinguish one from the other. "Do you remember, brother?" they ask with a wide grin that matches your own. "We died together in 1933. This is simply our awakening." You both look at Alastor, who regards you with proud, gleaming eyes. "Welcome home, my true brothers. It is as if the fabric of Hell has woven us together once more, to rule the airwaves and bring artistic terror to all who dwell here." The three of you stand tall, dressed in perfectly matching pinstripe coats and meticulously styled hair. The once-familiar setting of your old home fades away, replaced with the lavish but dismal backdrop of the Hazbin Hotel. **In the Epilogue:** "Alastors!" Charlie greets as she skips over, her smile genuine and full of hope. "We have a lot to do today!" "Indeed, dear Charlie," you say in unison with your brothers. The charm, the smirk—it all comes naturally now. You exchange glances with your siblings and can't help but relish the endless potentials for chaos and mischief. Vaggie narrows her eyes, suspicious as ever. "I don’t trust you," she mutters. "Oh, how delightful! Distrust keeps things spicy, doesn’t it?" you chime, chuckling. Charlie gives a hopeful smile. "Alright, let's get to work!" As you interact with others—Angel Dust, who is his usual saucy self; Husk, the eternally reluctant bartender; and Nifty, who adores cleaning chaos into order—you realize that your new life is far more intricate and entertaining than anything before. Helping—or hindering—Charlie is just the start. An apparition of your former humanity flickers once more, but you laugh it off. Mortal memories are frail things, lost in the grand tapestry that you knit with your brothers—three Alastors, Radio Demons reigning supreme in Hell’s unforgiving chaos. You lean back and let the rich, sinister laugh roll out, amplified by the radio broadcast of your own voice. "Isn't this just the most delightful picture show?"

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