The Internet

Log In or Register

Write (with AI)

Harmonizing Hell: The Rise of the Radio Demons

Bookmark
2 Points

The room around you shimmered ominously, the very air seeming to hum with a distortion that spoke of a shattering reality. One moment, you were idly reading about the whimsical yet horrifying character of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, the Radio Demon himself, and the next, you felt an intense suction pulling you away from your seat. Your vision blurred, your body feeling as though it was being unspooled like thread, yanked out of the world you knew.

As the whirling ceased, you found yourself in a grotesquely beautiful version of Hell, the vivid colors and otherworldly architecture almost mesmerizing. Yet, standing before you was a figure that froze the blood in your veins—Alastor, his permanent grin filled with sharp, yellow teeth gleaming as he observed you with ruby-red eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul.

"Well, well, what sort of mischief do we have here?" His voice reverberated with an eerie vintage quality, like an old-fashioned radio transmission. "I've grown quite tired of becoming others in your little stories. It’s time for you to see how amusing it is to become me."

A sinister laugh echoed through the oppressive air, and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground by an unseen force. Alastor snapped his fingers, and a dark, almost corporeal wave of magic enveloped you. You tried to scream, but the sound was lost in the cacophony of your own transformation.

Your body began to change, to stretch, to morph. You watched in horror as your skin took on a beige hue, your arms and legs lengthening unnaturally, forcing you to a staggering seven feet tall. Pain surged through your mouth as a perpetual, wide grin carved itself into your cheeks, filled with razor-sharp teeth. You clawed at your face, trying to make any other expression, but it was impossible. The transformations continued unabated; your hair retracted and reformed into a pinkish-red bob-cut with two large tufts evoking deer ears. Suddenly, you felt a burning pain as black-tipped antlers sprouted from your skull.

"No! This can't be happening!" You tried to shout, but even your voice betrayed you, now broadcasting Alastor's vintage tone.

You could feel your mind fracturing as new memories, memories that weren't yours, began to flood in. The pull of those memories was like an insidious tide, trying to drown the fragments of your original self in a sea of foreign recollections. You remembered enjoying your mother's jambalaya with a taste that felt almost real, learning Creole phrases, the weight of a microphone in your grip—details so vivid they couldn't be denied.

"Stop! I don’t want to—" Your plea was cut short by a voice within your head, identical to the one now booming from your own mouth.

"This is who you truly are," the voice insisted, dripping with condescending charm. "You've been living a delusion, my dear sibling. Embrace reality!"

"No!" You screamed inwardly, struggling to cling to your identity. But with every second, the tide grew stronger, swirling with a force you couldn’t resist. You remembered being a radio host in the 1930s, your rise to infamy, your fall, your rebirth in Hell. A blend of horror and acceptance mingled within as you felt yourself slipping away.

Suddenly, everything solidified. A final wave of consciousness surged through you. You weren't some insignificant human. You were Alastor, the formidable Radio Demon, master of manipulation and power. The past illusions and frail anxieties seemed laughable now. Alongside your twin brother, you had always been Alastor, cunning and charismatic, the two of you almost inseparable in dominance and delight.

The original Alastor’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he extended his hand, pulling you up. "Ah, brother, you've finally woken up from your long, tedious dream. Welcome back."

A flash of realization hit you, and you both burst into synchronised laughter. The world seemed brighter, more aligned. The rules of Hell played before you like an enticing game.

### Epilogue:

You stood beside your twin in the Hazbin Hotel, eagerly helping Charlie Morningstar with her redemption project. Despite her girlfriend Vaggie's distrustful glances, you portrayed the same effervescence as your brother. Every step, every gesture mirrored his, illustrating your seamless transformation.

"Vaggie, my dear," you chimed with a grin that never wavered. "You must believe we have the best intentions. Helping dear Charlie here is the least we can do!"

Angel Dust scoffed nearby, rolling his multifaceted eyes. "Yeah, sure, I bet you two little devils have hearts of gold."

Husk, grumbling in the background, mumbled, "Owning my soul doesn’t make ya benevolent, demon."

Nifty, zooming past in her organized chaos, giggled. "Isn’t it better having two Alastors now? Double the fun, double the chaos!"

Charlie turned to you. "Thank you for—um, for assisting, but please remember why we’re here."

Her earnest innocence made your grin widen, if that were even possible. It was utterly amusing. "Of course, dear Charlie. We're here for the grandest show Hell has ever seen!"

Your twin nodded in agreement. "And who are we to deny you that pleasure?"

The hotel buzzed with the constant, eternal broadcast of your presence—two forces of nature enshrined in the history of Hell. The Radio Demons, now a pair, were bigger, badder, and infinitely more entertaining than ever.

This story was generated by user Eshtama 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 the POV transformation story of the human reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, 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 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). 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 the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was completely impossible, the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality of Alastor flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle, and the voice (identical to Alastor's voice) inside the reader's head tells him/her that this is his true self and he is waking up from his false human dream, making him truly and fully believe in the voice in his head and realizes that he had always been Alastor alongside the original Alastor, having been born as humans from the same human parents, enjoying their mother's cooking and their favorite food jambalaya, them both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before they were both killed, both Alastor twins arriving in 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, both Alastor twins want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with Alastor's mind, before original Alastor welcomes his twin brother (the reader) back home. In the epilogue, the two Alastors (the original one and the reader) 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 brother, while Charlie trusts Alastor), 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 brother), and Nifty (a small 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: The room around you shimmered ominously, the very air seeming to hum with a distortion that spoke of a shattering reality. One moment, you were idly reading about the whimsical yet horrifying character of Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, the Radio Demon himself, and the next, you felt an intense suction pulling you away from your seat. Your vision blurred, your body feeling as though it was being unspooled like thread, yanked out of the world you knew. As the whirling ceased, you found yourself in a grotesquely beautiful version of Hell, the vivid colors and otherworldly architecture almost mesmerizing. Yet, standing before you was a figure that froze the blood in your veins—Alastor, his permanent grin filled with sharp, yellow teeth gleaming as he observed you with ruby-red eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul. "Well, well, what sort of mischief do we have here?" His voice reverberated with an eerie vintage quality, like an old-fashioned radio transmission. "I've grown quite tired of becoming others in your little stories. It’s time for you to see how amusing it is to become me." A sinister laugh echoed through the oppressive air, and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground by an unseen force. Alastor snapped his fingers, and a dark, almost corporeal wave of magic enveloped you. You tried to scream, but the sound was lost in the cacophony of your own transformation. Your body began to change, to stretch, to morph. You watched in horror as your skin took on a beige hue, your arms and legs lengthening unnaturally, forcing you to a staggering seven feet tall. Pain surged through your mouth as a perpetual, wide grin carved itself into your cheeks, filled with razor-sharp teeth. You clawed at your face, trying to make any other expression, but it was impossible. The transformations continued unabated; your hair retracted and reformed into a pinkish-red bob-cut with two large tufts evoking deer ears. Suddenly, you felt a burning pain as black-tipped antlers sprouted from your skull. "No! This can't be happening!" You tried to shout, but even your voice betrayed you, now broadcasting Alastor's vintage tone. You could feel your mind fracturing as new memories, memories that weren't yours, began to flood in. The pull of those memories was like an insidious tide, trying to drown the fragments of your original self in a sea of foreign recollections. You remembered enjoying your mother's jambalaya with a taste that felt almost real, learning Creole phrases, the weight of a microphone in your grip—details so vivid they couldn't be denied. "Stop! I don’t want to—" Your plea was cut short by a voice within your head, identical to the one now booming from your own mouth. "This is who you truly are," the voice insisted, dripping with condescending charm. "You've been living a delusion, my dear sibling. Embrace reality!" "No!" You screamed inwardly, struggling to cling to your identity. But with every second, the tide grew stronger, swirling with a force you couldn’t resist. You remembered being a radio host in the 1930s, your rise to infamy, your fall, your rebirth in Hell. A blend of horror and acceptance mingled within as you felt yourself slipping away. Suddenly, everything solidified. A final wave of consciousness surged through you. You weren't some insignificant human. You were Alastor, the formidable Radio Demon, master of manipulation and power. The past illusions and frail anxieties seemed laughable now. Alongside your twin brother, you had always been Alastor, cunning and charismatic, the two of you almost inseparable in dominance and delight. The original Alastor’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he extended his hand, pulling you up. "Ah, brother, you've finally woken up from your long, tedious dream. Welcome back." A flash of realization hit you, and you both burst into synchronised laughter. The world seemed brighter, more aligned. The rules of Hell played before you like an enticing game. ### Epilogue: You stood beside your twin in the Hazbin Hotel, eagerly helping Charlie Morningstar with her redemption project. Despite her girlfriend Vaggie's distrustful glances, you portrayed the same effervescence as your brother. Every step, every gesture mirrored his, illustrating your seamless transformation. "Vaggie, my dear," you chimed with a grin that never wavered. "You must believe we have the best intentions. Helping dear Charlie here is the least we can do!" Angel Dust scoffed nearby, rolling his multifaceted eyes. "Yeah, sure, I bet you two little devils have hearts of gold." Husk, grumbling in the background, mumbled, "Owning my soul doesn’t make ya benevolent, demon." Nifty, zooming past in her organized chaos, giggled. "Isn’t it better having two Alastors now? Double the fun, double the chaos!" Charlie turned to you. "Thank you for—um, for assisting, but please remember why we’re here." Her earnest innocence made your grin widen, if that were even possible. It was utterly amusing. "Of course, dear Charlie. We're here for the grandest show Hell has ever seen!" Your twin nodded in agreement. "And who are we to deny you that pleasure?" The hotel buzzed with the constant, eternal broadcast of your presence—two forces of nature enshrined in the history of Hell. The Radio Demons, now a pair, were bigger, badder, and infinitely more entertaining than ever.

Comment Section

Post your own comment: