Moonlit Curse: Sinister Transformation into WereAlastor the Radio Demon
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You walk through the dense woods near your home, the night air cool against your skin despite the chill of autumn. The full moon peeks through the treetops, casting eerie shadows that stretch like skeletal fingers over the leaf-strewn ground. As you take another step into the darkness, a sense of unease washes over you. You hasten your pace, the stillness of the forest amplifying your every breath and heartbeat.
Then, as if from nowhere, you hear a sound—a rustling behind you. Before you can react, a figure lunges, knocking you to the ground. Pain sears through your throat as fangs rip into your flesh, your blood pouring out in waves as you struggle to fight off your attacker. Your vision blurs, but you catch a glimpse of your assailant—a tall, broad-shouldered figure with a devilish grin that spreads unnaturally wide. The figure lets out a chilling, radio-static laden laugh.
"I told you," he hisses through the horrible grin, his voice like a vintage announcer's. "This is merely the beginning."
Your consciousness fades, the last sound you hear is that unnerving, crackling laugh.
---
Days pass, and though you’ve recovered physically, a sense of dread linger in your mind. The bite on your neck, now a jagged scar, seems to throb with an ominous energy. But it isn't until the night of the full moon that the true horror begins.
You step outside, the moon hanging heavy and full in the sky, bathing the forest in an otherworldly glow. As the moonlight touches your skin, your body begins to convulse uncontrollably.
"No, please, no!" you cry out, yet there's no one to hear your pleas.
The transformation starts with a searing pain in your chest and throat. You claw at your skin as your body begins to morph. Your height stretches, growing and extending until you’re nearly seven feet tall. Your limbs elongate and thin out, becoming unnaturally slim.
If you are female, your anatomy shifts further—your breasts disappear, vanishing as your throat bulges with an Adam's apple to give your voice the deep masculine tone. Every part of you, inside and out, changes, your very private areas shifting to that of a man. You feel your identity slip further away with every agonizing second.
The pain in your mind is almost worse. Memories of your old life flood out as new ones push in, replacing them with the macabre recollections of Alastor. You desperately try to hold onto who you are, who you were, but the overwhelming personality and memories of the Radio Demon flood in, drowning out every last remnant of yourself.
You are not yourself anymore. You are Alastor. You feel the shift, the broad grin forming on your face. Gone is the person you were, entirely consumed by the sinister, devious mind of Alastor. The transformation is complete. Standing where you once were is a dapper, smiling demon, identical in every way to the original Alastor.
“Well, would you look at that!” you – no, Alastor – exclaims in that old-fashioned radio voice. "Isn’t that just dandy! I feel like a new man, or rather, the same man!"
The original Alastor steps out of the shadows, a darkly amused smile playing upon his lips. "Welcome, my dear twin,” he declares with exaggerated warmth. “We've got so much work to do tonight.”
---
Together, you and Alastor roam the Earth under the glow of the full moon. The transformation has made you into his perfect copy, an identical twin in every respect, complete with your own vintage style microphone attached to your thin cane.
You – now calling yourself WereAlastor – draw in the terrified screams of mortals as you and Alastor broadcast your voice across the land, instilling fear with your captivating yet petrifying charm. Every night of the full moon, you and Alastor bring Hell on Earth, feasting on souls, offering deals, and spreading chaos.
As the first light of dawn breaks, the memories flood back, and you collapse, the painful transformation reversing. You wake as yourself once more, only a vague impression of the night's horrors lingering in your mind.
But as night falls again, and the full moon climbs into the sky, the transformation starts anew. Each full moon dooms you to become Alastor again, the fear and anticipation of each night gnawing at your soul.
---
“Alastor, my twin brother,” you say, a smile wide enough to reach from one cheek to the other. “Shall we commence our orchestration of tonight’s show?”
Alastor's eyes gleam with malicious glee. "Indeed, WereAlastor. Let's give these mortals a show they'll never forget!”
And as the screams begin to echo through the night, you can't help but feel a dark satisfaction, the last vestiges of your humanity slipping away with every broadcasted word.
This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-2 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 transformation story of the mortal human reader being cursed and transformed in every full moon night into an identical twin brother of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant clothes change, age progression (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 his best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For the reader's WereAlastor/Were-Alastor appearance (after the reader turned into his identical twin brother every full moon night), he is identical to Alastor in every way, in height, proportions, appearance, deep and voice (sounding like it's coming from an old vintage radio), supernatural powers, personality, and preferences. He also has his own thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, being of the different color from Alastor's own sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, whilst also having an eye in the middle of the microphone, and the WereAlastor/Were-Alastor reader uses his microphone-tipped cane to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. For Alastor's appearance, 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 is completely hairless except for his eyebrows, eyelashes, and the hair on the side, back, and top of his head (like a human's). 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). For his personality, 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 manly voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent (always literally sound like he is talking through a vintage radio), 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. For Alastor's preferences, he likes/loves smiling, invading people's personal space, his mother and her cooking, the "picture show", strong liquor, cooking, people failing, playing pranks, black coffee, bitter tastes, theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, and venison; however, he dislikes being touched, dogs (possibly related to his death as a mortal human in 1933), frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining his outfit. The story is that the reader is just minding his/her business in the wooded area near his/her home, but is then been cursed by being attacked by Alastor the Radio Demon himself, with Alastor biting the reader in the throat and ripping chunks of flesh, causing major blood loss (the reader however survives, just injured), before Alastor tells the reader it it's only the beginning of the curse. Just days later, at one night, when the moon is full (and after the reader sees the full moon), the reader undergoes a transformation. But he does not transform into a werewolf as he initially believes/thinks by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms (against his will) completely into an identical clone of Alastor the Radio Demon, in both body and mind, every full moon night (the reader tries to fight back all the changes and call for help from his friend(s)/family, but to no avail), leaving the reader now completely transformed into Alastor (known to himself and the terrified humans as "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor" (which Alastor also likes to call himself every full moon night after transforming from a mortal, even claiming to scared mortal humans that he is "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor") due to transforming from a mortal boy every full moon night). The original Alastor, who had placed a curse on the reader just by biting the reader a few nights earlier, watches the transforming the reader and instantly befriends the new Alastor. The new Alastor, formerly the reader, now broadcasts throughout the mortal realm (Earth) alongside the original Alastor, with both the original Alastor and the new Alastor (known as "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor") also killing and feasting on any mortal humans and their souls from the mortal world every night on Earth when the moon is full (the reader transforms back to a normal human when morning arrives, but the reader transforms back into the Were-Alastor when it's a full moon night again). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are 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 walk through the dense woods near your home, the night air cool against your skin despite the chill of autumn. The full moon peeks through the treetops, casting eerie shadows that stretch like skeletal fingers over the leaf-strewn ground. As you take another step into the darkness, a sense of unease washes over you. You hasten your pace, the stillness of the forest amplifying your every breath and heartbeat. Then, as if from nowhere, you hear a sound—a rustling behind you. Before you can react, a figure lunges, knocking you to the ground. Pain sears through your throat as fangs rip into your flesh, your blood pouring out in waves as you struggle to fight off your attacker. Your vision blurs, but you catch a glimpse of your assailant—a tall, broad-shouldered figure with a devilish grin that spreads unnaturally wide. The figure lets out a chilling, radio-static laden laugh. "I told you," he hisses through the horrible grin, his voice like a vintage announcer's. "This is merely the beginning." Your consciousness fades, the last sound you hear is that unnerving, crackling laugh. --- Days pass, and though you’ve recovered physically, a sense of dread linger in your mind. The bite on your neck, now a jagged scar, seems to throb with an ominous energy. But it isn't until the night of the full moon that the true horror begins. You step outside, the moon hanging heavy and full in the sky, bathing the forest in an otherworldly glow. As the moonlight touches your skin, your body begins to convulse uncontrollably. "No, please, no!" you cry out, yet there's no one to hear your pleas. The transformation starts with a searing pain in your chest and throat. You claw at your skin as your body begins to morph. Your height stretches, growing and extending until you’re nearly seven feet tall. Your limbs elongate and thin out, becoming unnaturally slim. If you are female, your anatomy shifts further—your breasts disappear, vanishing as your throat bulges with an Adam's apple to give your voice the deep masculine tone. Every part of you, inside and out, changes, your very private areas shifting to that of a man. You feel your identity slip further away with every agonizing second. The pain in your mind is almost worse. Memories of your old life flood out as new ones push in, replacing them with the macabre recollections of Alastor. You desperately try to hold onto who you are, who you were, but the overwhelming personality and memories of the Radio Demon flood in, drowning out every last remnant of yourself. You are not yourself anymore. You are Alastor. You feel the shift, the broad grin forming on your face. Gone is the person you were, entirely consumed by the sinister, devious mind of Alastor. The transformation is complete. Standing where you once were is a dapper, smiling demon, identical in every way to the original Alastor. “Well, would you look at that!” you – no, Alastor – exclaims in that old-fashioned radio voice. "Isn’t that just dandy! I feel like a new man, or rather, the same man!" The original Alastor steps out of the shadows, a darkly amused smile playing upon his lips. "Welcome, my dear twin,” he declares with exaggerated warmth. “We've got so much work to do tonight.” --- Together, you and Alastor roam the Earth under the glow of the full moon. The transformation has made you into his perfect copy, an identical twin in every respect, complete with your own vintage style microphone attached to your thin cane. You – now calling yourself WereAlastor – draw in the terrified screams of mortals as you and Alastor broadcast your voice across the land, instilling fear with your captivating yet petrifying charm. Every night of the full moon, you and Alastor bring Hell on Earth, feasting on souls, offering deals, and spreading chaos. As the first light of dawn breaks, the memories flood back, and you collapse, the painful transformation reversing. You wake as yourself once more, only a vague impression of the night's horrors lingering in your mind. But as night falls again, and the full moon climbs into the sky, the transformation starts anew. Each full moon dooms you to become Alastor again, the fear and anticipation of each night gnawing at your soul. --- “Alastor, my twin brother,” you say, a smile wide enough to reach from one cheek to the other. “Shall we commence our orchestration of tonight’s show?” Alastor's eyes gleam with malicious glee. "Indeed, WereAlastor. Let's give these mortals a show they'll never forget!” And as the screams begin to echo through the night, you can't help but feel a dark satisfaction, the last vestiges of your humanity slipping away with every broadcasted word.
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