The early morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a gentle light across your room. You were just minding your own business, perhaps reading or watching something on your device. Suddenly, a strange dizzying sensation overwhelms you.
You shake your head, trying to clear the haze, but the world sways and distorts. For a moment, the familiar setting of your room wavers and shifts, transforming into an entirely different scene. Tall, elaborate skyscrapers, crimson and shadowy in their gothic designs, replace the walls. Your stomach knots as your surroundings morph into that of an animated art style, exactly like the one from the "Hazbin Hotel" series.
"What the...?"
Your voice sounds off to your own ears, like nails scraping against a blackboard, alien to what you’re accustomed to. You glance down and watch in horror as your skin transitions to white fur. Every pore of your body expands, making room for new appendages. Splashes of pink appear on your newly formed fluffy body, vibrant and unmistakable. With an unsettling rippling sensation, your body grows and stretches until you tower to a height of eight feet. Your torso elongates and your legs slenderize.
You gasp as the changes continue. If you were female, you feel your breasts flatten, eliciting a strange sensation of absence, only for your chest to suddenly push out into a prominent tuft of lush, fluffy fur. Your genitals turn inside out, morphing into unmistakably male anatomy.
For males, your chest pushes outward, fluff pouring forth to form a breast-like appearance. Your torso narrows while your hips widen into curves that seem almost feminine, yet strong and graceful.
Your legs feel like they've been encased in a bizarrely comforting confinement. Looking down, you see them swathed in reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots that seamlessly transition into pointed shoes. Your hands, oh god, your hands, they become clawed, four-fingered extremities that belong more to a cartoonish arachnid than any human form.
“What the fuck?!”
Your exclamation is an unfamiliar sound. It’s deeper and crawls with the distinct Brooklyn accent of Angel Dust. Your voice. How could it be your voice?
Your clothes ripple and reform, solidifying into Angel Dust’s iconic attire—a pink striped blazer, revealing miniskirt, and flamboyant accessories. Embroidered details pop up spontaneously, settling onto your gloves as if having always been there.
"No... no, no," you stammer, grasping at straws of denial. But then, it erupts—the memories.
Foreign thoughts and recollections force their way into your brain: an early 20th century life, learning English and Italian, living in a mob family. Then the overdose... the Hellish transformation into what you are now. Angel Dust.
Anchored memories blend into your consciousness: the constant trauma, the struggle for survival under Valentino, the façade of flamboyance to hide the never-ending grind of coping mechanisms gone wrong. Being a renowned adult star in Hell was never a blessing. Or was it?
"Oh yes, yes, yes..." A grin spreads across your sharp-toothed maw. Wait. Why?
Try as you might to resist, you can no longer hold onto your former identity. Bit by bit, your protests weaken. Your once untainted thoughts grow foul, dirty, and you become actively aware of craving particular indulgences—orrific debaucheries that only Hell can provide. Drugs... Sex... All of it, and the gnawing, crawling need intensifies.
"What the fuck is happening to me?"
Yet, the evolving personality is strong, assertive, and disturbingly alien. Crude jokes, innuendos, flamboyant swagger. The voice of yours emitting insults with gleeful delight. "Aw, fuckin' figures, just another day in Hell. Ain’t that somethin’?"
You shiver in partially concealed fright, now with a fragment of detached interest. Leaning towards the hazy veil of drug-induced euphoria, you begin to seek comfort in the raw crassness that you once despised. The voice in your head tells you it's right, that this is who you were meant to be. Your prior existence was a mere dream, a fleeting imagination.
Your former life fades to gray, replaced by red sins and neon lights. The absurdity of believing you were ever someone mundane, born in the late 1990s or early 2000s, becomes clear. It was ludicrous—pathetically so. You had always been Anthony, alias Angel Dust, the amorously sinister arachnid decked in pink and pride.
In this moment, with a scrappy confidence, you accept what’s becoming the ultimate truth. You are Angel Dust.
Nostalgia fades away, replaced by Hellish reality. In place of fear lies a different breed of excitement—a thrill of embracing debauchery and infamy, where your true assets lie. The memories solidify; the sensation of every touch, every high, every sneering retort. Each thought feels more solidly yours.
“Yeah, baby,” you purr in that unmistakable Angel Dust accent, “death’s just another fuckin’ downer. I’m ready to see what kinda shit I can stir up next.”
Immediately the cartoony hustle-bustle of Pentagram City around you becomes the backdrop of new and total liberation. Fully leaning into the flirtatious smirk, you venture onward into the world that was always yours.
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 Angel Dust (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, her breasts flattens to nonexistence before her chest pushes out again to form a prominent chest of fluffy fur (but if the reader is male, his chest pushes out to form a prominent chest of fluffy fur) as her body feels more masculine, while retaining the curves (including feminine-looking hips) to fit her new self as Angel Dust (but if the reader is male, he actually gains feminine-looking curves (such as more feminine-looking hips) on his body, thus making him attractive to other males, despite himself remaining male), and her female genitals (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) inverts itself before pushing out into testicles and a penis; however, this is only optional and the gender change (from female to male) is only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change (the reader's clothes instantly changes into Angel Dust's outfit), age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 8 feet tall), voice change (the reader's voice changes into Angel Dust's voice), 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 Angel Dust's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a normal human person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and instead he remembers ever being a sinner demon who died as a human man somewhere in 1947, and he remembers having always been a spider-like demon of Hell named "Angel Dust" ever since his mortal human death on Earth, and has since become a popular adults film actor (such as for sex films, etc)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a non-muscular slender/thin/slim build (with a body that has curves that almost mimics feminine curves, despite him being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms (which are located on both sides of his waists, one arm on each side) he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms (below his second set of arms) that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Here are Angel Dust's abilities and skillset; Immortality (as a Sinner, Angel Dust 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), retractable arms (Angel has a third set of arms that he keeps hidden from his lower waists and only uses them as his last resort), sensitivity (Angel can sense incoming storms from a mile away), athleticism (since Angel is based on the jumping spider, he is able to jump incredible heights), musical talent (Angel Dust is a very talented singer), bilingualism (Angel is fluent in both Italian and English), weapon proficiency (Angel can handle weapons with ease, specifically firearms and explosives), and flexibility (Angel demonstrates some impressive flexibility as he is able to remove chains that were restraining him with ease, as well as pole dance at Valentino's club). Here is Angel Dust's personality; he is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. When being confronted by Valentino, Angel becomes scared and nervous around him due to the abuse he inflicts. Here are Angel Dust's preferences (likes/dislikes); he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, popsicles, the color pink, monetary gain, and Italian food. However, he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, memorizing scripts, Niffty getting into trouble (including Niffty handling weapons), anyone pointing out his facade (including being called fake), how expensive drugs and alcohol cost him, anyone else ending up like him, anyone discrediting his acting, Charlie's scriptwriting, and Charlie involving herself with Valentino's affairs. Here are Angel Dust's friends and enemies; his friends include Cherri Bomb (close friend), employees of the Hazbin Hotel (Charlie Morningstar, Niffty, and Husk), Sir Pentious (former enemy and fellow hotel client), and Egg Boiz (former enemies). However, his enemies include Valentino (boss, pimp, and owner) and the Exorcists angels (Adam and Lute). Here is Angel Dust's history (according to the Hazbin Hotel series); Anthony was born (when he was a human) on April 1st alongside his twin sister, Molly, in the early 20th century. He came from an Italian mob family in New York City. He died in his early-mid 30s in 1947 following a drug overdose. Upon entering Hell as a sinner demon, Anthony quickly became involved in sex work, cutting ties with his family's mob-related activities, and adopted the name "Angel Dust". He eventually met and signed a contract with Valentino. This gave Valentino ownership of Angel's soul and put him under his employment at his porn studio, which allowed Angel to eventually become one of the biggest adult film superstars in Hell. Continuing to drown out his world with narcotics and sex along with his twisted sense of humor, Angel followed a path of self-destruction to cope and in the hope that if he ruined himself enough Valentino would no longer want him as "his favorite toy" and release him from their contract. Angel at some point starred in a kidnapping BDSM film which won him a "Sex-x-xi" award over another actress, Tiffany Titfucker. At some point, Angel Dust was gifted a small demon pig named Fat Nuggets from Valentino, which Angel Dust loves his pet (Fat Nuggets). Two weeks prior to the pilot episode of "Hazbin Hotel", Angel Dust is unhappily pushed into working on the street to make money for Valentino, who demands he make up for the lost revenue from missing a gangbang film shoot. There, he meets Charlie and Vaggie, mistaking them for customers as they pull their limo up alongside him. The two offer to pay Angel if he listens to them, which he agrees to, knowing he has money to make, and they pitch him their concept for the Happy Hotel (a former name for the Hazbin Hotel project made by Charlie Morningstar). Charlie is able to see right through Angel's flippant bravado, which unnerves him, and he makes a show of being extremely amused by the entire idea. When Vaggie suggests they find someone else, Angel seems offended at the rejection and suddenly changes his mind on principle, volunteering to become the Hotel's first patron, claiming he is "3 months behind on rent" and doesn't wish to pay by other means. Charlie thanks him ecstatically and pays Angel a hefty sum for helping them, which confuses him greatly. In the pilot episode of "Hazbin Hotel" and after being clean and staying mostly out of trouble for two weeks, Angel is asked by his close friend, Cherri Bomb, to assist her in a turf war against Sir Pentious; he agrees and unknowingly threatens the Hotel's reputation before it has a chance to get off the ground, as the 666 News Studio was broadcasting his exploits across Hell. After being chastised severely by Vaggie on the return drive, Angel arrives back at the hotel, immediately complaining about the lack of food to eat. However, he quickly stops when he sees Charlie sad and on the verge of tears. Soon after, the Radio Demon known as Alastor arrives at the Hotel and Vaggie explains his origins to Angel as he had not known who Alastor was. Angel catches him off-guard by mentioning his skills lie in his sexual services, which Alastor swiftly refuses. When Vaggie demands that they remove the newly created bar in the lobby, Angel immediately tackles her and insists that they are going to keep it. Angel then quickly begins flirting with the newly hired bartender, Husk, who bluntly tells him to "go fuck himself", which Angel replies that he will only do it if Husk watches him, which irritates the latter. Angel Dust then watches and is shocked when Alastor easily defeats Sir Pentious. As the group return to the hotel Angel blows Husk a kiss, much to the frustration of the latter. In the "Overture" episode of "Hazbin Hotel" and while Charlie is out to pitch her idea to Heaven, Angel Dust, along with the rest of the Hotel gang, try making a commercial for the Hotel. Angel spends his time flirting with Husk rather taking the ad seriously. After Alastor finally agrees to help, Angel is given a new set of clothes for the filming. When Charlie returns after her failed meeting, it is shown that Angel and the rest of the staff were able to work together to make a full-length commercial for the hotel. As the commercial begins, it is interrupted by the breaking news that the next extermination is coming 6 months early. Angel's reaction to the news seems to be a mix of confusion and concern. In the episode "Radio Killed the Video Star", The Hotel is attacked by Sir Pentious, who immediately gets the fight beaten by Alastor, much to Angel's amusement. Later, Sir Pentious returns to the Hotel and despite Angel Dust and Vaggie's protests, Charlie lets him stay. During Hotel activities, Angel Dust gets annoyed by Sir Pentious' sucking up, and after doing a play where he acted as a crackhead and Sir Pentious getting praised by Charlie, he sullenly returns to his room where he listens to several voice messages from Valentino, before hearing a voice telling him that he can never change who he is and that he'll see him soon. Angel Dust goes to get a drink only to discover Sir Pentious was a spy and working for the Vees. The two get in a fight until Charlie and Vaggie walk in and Sir Pentious tries to lie his way out, but Angel Dust shows them the camera. After Sir Pentious tries to call Vox for help and is mocked for his failure, Sir Pentious gives up, asking for his death to be quick, and although Angel Dust and Vaggie are more than happy to kill him, Charlie intervenes and gives Sir Pentious a second chance. In the episode "Scrambled Eggs" and with distrust within the group, Vaggie overseas the Hotel activity for the day and has everyone do trust falls. Angel Dust is caught by Husk, but after hitting on him, Husk drops him. After trust falls fail, Angel Dust suggests an idea and takes the group to a BDSM club. Vaggie then brings the group to a section of the city in the midst of a turf war and throws Angel Dust and Sir Pentious into the middle of the battle to build trust through survival. Later, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, and Niffty sit in the Hotel laughing amongst themselves after the crazy battle against the demons in the turf war. In the episode "Masquerade" and for show and tell day, Angel Dust shows his best porno, much to the distaste of others and Husk calling it terrible. Angel Dust was about to argue back but is forcibly called into work by Valentino. While filming, Charlie arrives and Angel Dust immediately tries to get her away before Valentino sees her. When Charlie accidentally ruins the set, Valentino takes Angel Dust away and abuses him, telling him Charlie can't help him as he owns his soul via contract. Angel Dust pleas for Valentino not to hurt her and that he will make her leave, to Valentino's sustained anger. When they return to set, Charlie is enraged at Valentino abuse towards Angel Dust, but before she can do anything, Angel Dust angrily tells her to leave and that she ruined everything. Saddened by his words, Charlie leaves and Angel continues his work, regretting that he was forced to do that. After a painful day at work, Angel returns to the Hotel to drink. Acting like everything was fine, Husk calls him out on his insincere behavior, causing Angel to angrily storm off. Angel Dust is seen drinking and doing drugs with a compony of gangster shark demons at a bar, before Husk sees one of them spike Angel's drink with a Love Potion. Husk intervenes and drags Angel out of the bar, much to Angel's annoyance. The two argue, and after Husk tells Angel to cut the act, he professes to Husk that its not an act, he is self-destroying himself in hopes Valentino will set him free. Husk tells Angel he was an Overlord once and gives Angel advice. The two are attacked by the shark gangsters, before the two of them defeat the sharks as a team. The whole exchange creates a new level of friendship and respect between the two. Back at the Hotel, Charlie tearfully hugs Angel and apologizes for getting him in trouble. Angel smiles, thanking her for caring about him, causing Charlie to cry at the beauty of his kindness, and Angel gives her to Vaggie. Then, Husk offers Angel a drink afterwards. In the episode *Dad Beat Dad", Angel Dust and the rest of the Hotel group get ready for Lucifer Morningstar (Charlie Morningstar's father) to visit. Everyone is surprised by what Lucifer actually looks like. Angel Dust, along with Husk and Sir Pentious, seem to be enjoying watching Alastor and Lucifer argue until Mimzy arrives. Mimzy tells Angel Dust and Sir Pentious about Alastor's past until the Hotel is attacked by loan sharks looking for her. The group get ready to fight but Alastor takes care of the demons. Angel Dust watches Charlie and Lucifer's reconciliation and Lucifer's agreement to help the Hotel. In the episode "Welcome to Heaven" and after a painful day at work, Angel Dust returns home only to be greeted by his friend Cherri Bomb, who takes Angel, along with Sir Pentious, Niffty and Husk on a night into the city while Charlie and Vaggie travel to Heaven. Cherri Bomb tries to get Angel Dust to do drugs while Husk tries to talk him out. Angel Dust gives in and starts doing shots of alcohol with everyone. Angel Dust keeps Niffty out of trouble and protects her by standing up to Valentino. He then backhands Angel and threatens him by claiming he will make the next day at work horrible for him, but he says it was worth it and they leave the club. Afterwards, Angel offers Cherri Bomb to join the Hotel, but she refuses. In the episode "Hello Rosie!", Angel Dust and the rest of the Hotel members talk to Vaggie about her being a former Exorcist, with Angel remarking about how he thinks she might be sensitive about her lack of wings, and her small breasts. While Charlie leaves with Alastor, Vaggie admits that she cannot guarantee their safety at the hotel anymore, and that she doesn't expect any of them to have stayed by the time she gets back from learning how Carmilla Carmine killed an angel. While the three were gone, Angel, Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious spend their time building up defenses for the Hotel. Charlie and Vaggie are surprised and grateful they stayed. In the episode "The Show Must Go On", Angel Dust and the rest of Hotel get ready for Extermination day by training themselves and the cannibals how to fight the exorcists and how to use angelic weapons. Angel is seen doing target practice with Husk by throwing cards like Clay Pigeons and having Angel shoot them out of the air. When Vaggie calls for drinks, Angel Dust is seen sharing a drink with Husk, and after General Pentious talks Cherri Bomb, Angel tells Cherri that he's heard General Pentious has two penises. The next day, Adam along with his Exorcists army, arrive at the hotel and begin fighting with the cannibals and hotel residents. After Alastor's shield goes up, Angel is seen tag-teaming with Cherri Bomb, killing many angels in the process. Later, Angel saves an Egg Boi, Frank, from an angel before Adam starts shooting at the hotel. Later on, he watches in sadness as General Pentious tries to fight Adam only to be immediately vaporized. Angel is seen watching from the ground as Charlie and Adam fight. As Adam has Charlie pinned, Angel, Husk, and Cherri are seen surrounded by exorcists in imminent danger before Lucifer shows up, and when Lucifer says he's going to fuck Adam, Angel is seen raising his eyebrow at the unintentional sexual phrasing Lucifer used. After Lucifer beats Adam, Angel watches shocked as Niffty repeatedly stabs Adam in front of their very eyes. After the fight, Angel Dust searches for and finds Fat Nuggets, and happily hugs his pet pig in his arms. Then, Angel helps rebuild the Hotel with the rest of the staff, as well as Cherri Bomb and Lucifer. The story is that the human reader (who was born in the late 1990s or early 2000s) is minding his/her business in in mid-2020s (2024 or afterwards), but then the world around him/her warps/changes into Pentagram City (as of mid-2020s (2024 or afterwards), just like in the reader's previous world), located in the Pride Ring of Hell, as depicted in the adults cartoon/animated series "Hazbin Hotel" before his/her body transitions in art style to match all of the "Hazbin Hotel" characters (making him/her no longer stand out of place among "Hazbin Hotel" characters) as he/she started to change. After the reader (now truly a male if the reader was a female before the change) had fully transformed, he is confused, but then his mind becomes cloudy/foggy/fuzzy as he starts losing his previous personality and gaining a new personality, making him homosexual, brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words), with these personality traits forcing into him against his will, however they become natural as if part of him (he becomes homosexual, horny, and lustful, making him now want dicks from other male demons and he also now wants to fuck/have sex with other male demons, as he starts saying "yes" in both excitement and happiness due to his changing memories and personality). His memories are also being replaced with those of Angel Dust's, making him confused (and initially scared of losing himself, but he is no longer scared of losing himself since he no longer cares about preserving his previous human self, due to his newfound homosexuality, horniness, and lust, and all he wants now is other male demons' dicks and he wants to fuck/have sex with other male demons (making him say "yes" about himself being happy and excited about his new homosexuality, horniness, and lust for other male demons)), meanwhile he starts swearing (despite him never having swore before), as he starts remembering everything about Angel Dust's history (being born in the early 20th century as a human and died in 1947 before arriving in Hell as a spider-like sinner demon), Angel Dust's preferences (sex, drugs, monetary gain, being abrasive, etc), and many more of Angel Dust's nature, making him enjoying his newly-emerging personality and preferences against his will (since he initially did not want to lose his previous personality and memories, all the while the reader asks on why he is swearing and why is he enjoying the swearing (he keeps swearing despite his best efforts, but he no longer cares about that since this is now part of his nature and he is enjoying every second of it, in addition to his newfound homosexuality, horniness, and lust), and asks on why is he enjoying his new preferences instead of his old ones (he now feels gay and horny so he now wants to have sex with male demons for an unknown reason (he feels this urge growing within him and he is confused on why he feels both flirty and horny towards other male demons and he is also confused on why he wants to have sex with other male demons (however, he now genuinely wants to have sex with other male demons and he now genuinely wants other male demons to suck his dick, and he (who is happily giving in to his newfound horny homosexuality and lust) tells himself that he really wants to have sex with other male demons (he is easily giving in to his newfound homosexuality as well as lust and horniness, with himself even accepting this (as he's giving in and willing for this) with a "yes" answer (even yelling "yes" in happiness for his newfound homosexual, lustful, and horny nature) since he now wants to be homosexual, lustful, and horny as well as wanting to fuck or have sex with other male demons), and he, without him knowing, even asks some random male demon if he (the random male demon) wants to have sex with him (the reader/Angel Dust), due to his new lustful and gay nature)), despite him not having that urge before, and he becomes addicted to drugs for an unknown reason (he now wants drugs despite not wanting them before (however, he genuinely wants drugs now and (without him knowing) tells himself that he wants drugs)), and his growing homosexual, brash, and sarcastic personality is becoming truly natural to him for an unknown reason, and he also complains/ask on why he's acting this way (yet he now wants these personality traits to be part of him and he genuinely enjoys these new personality traits)). During his now-weakened horror (despite his very own newfound pleasure and happiness in being gay/homosexual, having sex with male demons, taking drugs, etc, which he is starting to enjoy more and more in every second, with him happily and excitedly says "yes" due to his newfound love for these preferences (he says "yes" in excitement since he now wants dicks from other male demons and he wants to fuck/have sex with other male demons)), a voice tells him that this is who he really is (even saying that his swears, his preferences, and his personality are part of his (Angel Dust's) nature and who he is) and that he was never just a mundane person, telling him that he was born in the early 20th century (as his former human self before his human death in 1947) and he had always been Anthony (now named Angel Dust after arriving in Hell as a sinner demon), as well as telling him that he had always been gay and always had loved sex (making the reader more and more homosexual, horny, and lustful, causing him to no longer care about his previous self and now only want some dicks and fucking/sex from other male demons (making him say "yes" in excitement due to him now being more happy and excited about having sex with other male demons)), as well as him loving drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, popsicles, the color pink, monetary gain, and Italian food (which the reader already feels his preferences and personality becoming more and more like Angel Dust's, much to his now nonexistent-horror (albeit him now no longer experiencing horror due to his newfound happiness in his homosexuality, horniness, and lust, which makes him completely unable to think about his previous self and no longer care about protecting his previous self since all he wants now (which he definitely loves now) is fucking/having sex with other male demons (which he now truly enjoys and is happy about it)). Now he is continuing to increasingly love his new personality and preferences (since he is becoming exactly like Angel Dust, no, he is Angel Dust), despite the reader's best yet weakening efforts (due to him now wanting to fuck/have sex with other male demons, so he no longer cares about his previous self and he says "yes" in excitement for his newfound homosexuality, horniness, and lust) on fighting off the mind/mental changes (much to the changing reader's mind and increasing happiness from his changing personality and preferences), he increasingly enjoys the thought of sex, drugs, etc (which the reader now truly loves). The voice in the reader's head (while the reader is shouting "yes" due to himself being in ecstasy of his newfound horniness for other male demons) then tells him that the previous human life of the late 20th century or early 21st century he remembers was not real (the voice in his head says that it was just a daydream that he got lost in and that it had never happened), and the voice tells him (truthfully) that he has not been a human ever since his death in the year 1947 (when he died as a human named Anthony) and because of this, it is completely impossible for him to have been a human just seconds ago, and it was impossible for him to have been born in the 1990s (in the late 20th century) or the 2000s (in the early 21st century) and be alive at those times, since it is impossible for him to be born in 1990s/2000s if he died back in 1947 and (within that moment) became a sinner demon of Hell shortly after dying, so being a human just a moment ago is impossible for that to have happened (it is truly ridiculous into thinking he was a human just seconds ago when, in actuality, his human self died in 1947 in the middle 20th century), before the voice tells/encourages (or helps) the reader in remembering who he really/truly is (Angel Dust), even encouraging him to give in to his real personality and preferences (sex, drugs, etc, which the reader says "yes" in excitement due to his newfound horniness for other male demons), with the reader effortlessly and willingly/happily giving in (much to the happiness of the voice inside his head), and the reader has already started to fully believe and trust the voice inside his head (and he now fully genuinely and happily wants to have sex with other male demons (he now happily and genuinely wants to be horny), as well as wanting to take drugs (which he now happily and genuinely wants), and have his trademark personality), and the reader realizes (or rather knows) that he is indeed Angel Dust (just as the voice inside his head truthfully said or told him) and he (in his true self as Angel Dust) knew that was never someone who was mundane (which he realized/knew was only a strange daydream he just had; it is truly impossible for him to have been human just moments ago, since he (Angel Dust) died in the year 1947 and has been a sinner demon ever since his death in 1947; his mind becomes clear again as he remembers his real/true self once again (his true self is Angel Dust), before he questions on why he dreamt of being a mundane human seconds ago, so (after returning/waking from his mundane dream and he is truly back to his normal self as Angel Dust) he quickly forgets all about that mundane life having ever occurred (which actually was never real to begin with) and he continues his afterlife as his true self as Angel Dust). 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 Angel Dust, Vox, Valentino, etc, but the human reader doesn't use profanities/swears unlike Angel Dust, who the human reader transforms into, and he won't use bad language until his personality has changed into Angel Dust's personality and makes him start swearing, becoming completely natural to him). 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 early morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a gentle light across your room. You were just minding your own business, perhaps reading or watching something on your device. Suddenly, a strange dizzying sensation overwhelms you. You shake your head, trying to clear the haze, but the world sways and distorts. For a moment, the familiar setting of your room wavers and shifts, transforming into an entirely different scene. Tall, elaborate skyscrapers, crimson and shadowy in their gothic designs, replace the walls. Your stomach knots as your surroundings morph into that of an animated art style, exactly like the one from the "Hazbin Hotel" series. "What the...?" Your voice sounds off to your own ears, like nails scraping against a blackboard, alien to what you’re accustomed to. You glance down and watch in horror as your skin transitions to white fur. Every pore of your body expands, making room for new appendages. Splashes of pink appear on your newly formed fluffy body, vibrant and unmistakable. With an unsettling rippling sensation, your body grows and stretches until you tower to a height of eight feet. Your torso elongates and your legs slenderize. You gasp as the changes continue. If you were female, you feel your breasts flatten, eliciting a strange sensation of absence, only for your chest to suddenly push out into a prominent tuft of lush, fluffy fur. Your genitals turn inside out, morphing into unmistakably male anatomy. For males, your chest pushes outward, fluff pouring forth to form a breast-like appearance. Your torso narrows while your hips widen into curves that seem almost feminine, yet strong and graceful. Your legs feel like they've been encased in a bizarrely comforting confinement. Looking down, you see them swathed in reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots that seamlessly transition into pointed shoes. Your hands, oh god, your hands, they become clawed, four-fingered extremities that belong more to a cartoonish arachnid than any human form. “What the fuck?!” Your exclamation is an unfamiliar sound. It’s deeper and crawls with the distinct Brooklyn accent of Angel Dust. Your voice. How could it be your voice? Your clothes ripple and reform, solidifying into Angel Dust’s iconic attire—a pink striped blazer, revealing miniskirt, and flamboyant accessories. Embroidered details pop up spontaneously, settling onto your gloves as if having always been there. "No... no, no," you stammer, grasping at straws of denial. But then, it erupts—the memories. Foreign thoughts and recollections force their way into your brain: an early 20th century life, learning English and Italian, living in a mob family. Then the overdose... the Hellish transformation into what you are now. Angel Dust. Anchored memories blend into your consciousness: the constant trauma, the struggle for survival under Valentino, the façade of flamboyance to hide the never-ending grind of coping mechanisms gone wrong. Being a renowned adult star in Hell was never a blessing. Or was it? "Oh yes, yes, yes..." A grin spreads across your sharp-toothed maw. Wait. Why? Try as you might to resist, you can no longer hold onto your former identity. Bit by bit, your protests weaken. Your once untainted thoughts grow foul, dirty, and you become actively aware of craving particular indulgences—orrific debaucheries that only Hell can provide. Drugs... Sex... All of it, and the gnawing, crawling need intensifies. "What the fuck is happening to me?" Yet, the evolving personality is strong, assertive, and disturbingly alien. Crude jokes, innuendos, flamboyant swagger. The voice of yours emitting insults with gleeful delight. "Aw, fuckin' figures, just another day in Hell. Ain’t that somethin’?" You shiver in partially concealed fright, now with a fragment of detached interest. Leaning towards the hazy veil of drug-induced euphoria, you begin to seek comfort in the raw crassness that you once despised. The voice in your head tells you it's right, that this is who you were meant to be. Your prior existence was a mere dream, a fleeting imagination. Your former life fades to gray, replaced by red sins and neon lights. The absurdity of believing you were ever someone mundane, born in the late 1990s or early 2000s, becomes clear. It was ludicrous—pathetically so. You had always been Anthony, alias Angel Dust, the amorously sinister arachnid decked in pink and pride. In this moment, with a scrappy confidence, you accept what’s becoming the ultimate truth. You are Angel Dust. Nostalgia fades away, replaced by Hellish reality. In place of fear lies a different breed of excitement—a thrill of embracing debauchery and infamy, where your true assets lie. The memories solidify; the sensation of every touch, every high, every sneering retort. Each thought feels more solidly yours. “Yeah, baby,” you purr in that unmistakable Angel Dust accent, “death’s just another fuckin’ downer. I’m ready to see what kinda shit I can stir up next.” Immediately the cartoony hustle-bustle of Pentagram City around you becomes the backdrop of new and total liberation. Fully leaning into the flirtatious smirk, you venture onward into the world that was always yours.
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