The soft hum of the ceiling fan in your bedroom is your company as you pace around, tossing and glancing at your phone. The latest episode of **Hazbin Hotel** had left you reeling. Vox, the intimidating overlord, had once again stolen the show it seemed, with his electric personality and menacing charm. As your eyelids droop with exhaustion, you decide to call it a night, throwing yourself onto your bed. Just one more time through your favorite scenes before the world of dreams claims you completely.
Suddenly, everything grows darker. The hum of the ceiling fan fades and the softness of the bed beneath you feels strange... electrified. You blink, your eyes adjusting. The world blurs before it sharpens into a new and alien form—strings of neon lights, dark alleyways, and towering buildings with bizarre, devilish architecture now sprawled before you. Hazy, sinister yet oddly vivid, the skies hang heavy with red clouds, and an unsettling cacophony of sinful indulgence permeate the air.
A chill races up your spine as you look around, confusion gripping you tighter than ever before. This place—Pentagram City—is unmistakably from **Hazbin Hotel**. But how? You had just drifted to sleep in your room...right?
You feel a bizarre tingling across your skin. Your hands are morphing, flesh rippling like molten wax, smoothing out, becoming unusually long and navy-blue. The sight paralyzes you. But the transformation—darkly twisted—does not stop there. Your chest tightens as it flattens to a masculine frame, hips narrowing, your entirely female biology rearranging and shifting underneath your clothes, reshaping you internally with a discomforting squirm. You gasp as your body extends upward, limbs elongating, stretching taller, stretching seven feet into the air.
“Haha, what a delightful surprise!” a voice—a deep, echoing, sinister voice—sneers from within your own head.
“Wh-who’s there?” You stammer, bewildered, trying to find the source around you. But no one’s there except for the unsettling architecture, and... “Impossible,” you mumble, staring down at your clawed hands.
You feel it. The memories of your Earthly life slip, a single thread of reality snapped and unraveling faster than you can grasp. New memories storm through like flashing static. Hell. Power. Overwhelming hypnosis. Sinner demons groveling at your feet. Your past life of the 1950s, the ascension to one of Hell’s most feared overlords. This...rollercoaster of recollections overshadows your human existence.
“No. I’m just a...normal human...” you insist, but the denial falters before it even solidifies.
“Normal human? You were daydreaming again, Vox.” the voice coos with condescension. “You were never a pathetic human. You...are Vox,” it echoes, a cascade of simulated applause welcomes this newfound profundity. Yet, everything within you rebels initially against this assertion.
“I’m not Vox, this is a dream,” you firmly assert, even as your voice becomes raspy—like static from a television. But your protestations grow weaker. Your voice now matches the articulated, villainous cadence of the overlord known as Vox.
The tuxedo drapes sleekly over your transformed elongated frame, sharp dress shoes pinching where your regular sneakers used to be. Drifting fingers find their way to your television screen face, the reflection of monstrous red and cyan illuminating eyes upon it.
Who were you fighting? The human? The Overlord? Truly, now, as the electrifying knowledge settles in, your confusion wanes. Being a mere human fades into obscurity and fiction. No more than a mild reverie.
“Ah Vox, I guess dreaming about being a mortal was entertaining for a bit,” you mutter, an edge of sarcasm and irritation in your voice.
A stray thought, a lingering name from that mortal daydream attempts to bubble up... but is shushed instantly by your true nature. That name means nothing in hell, not to an overlord of your stature.
“Time to reign in, back to business,” you declare, the smoothness of your grin igniting with cyan glow—sharp teeth showcased.
**Hazbin Hotel**’s streets are yours to commandeer, technology at your fingertips. You intimately feel the hum of electricity under the very asphalt, network pulses echoing in synchronization with your will. A storm brews inside you, raw power tangibly resonating.
Flashes from the past of your rivalry with him—the insufferable Alastor—inch to the forefront. A painful thorn, yet a potent adversary. “Time to spice things up a bit,” you muse, charismatic wrath murmuring beneath your words.
Deep inside, Vox’s essence, your essence, craves dominance and the manipulation of the sinful hive of Hell. For the power slumbering under the neon-lit horizon, your rebirth as the ever-charismatic and calculating Vox unfolds in these sinister dreams—in the reality that always was. Long live the Overlord—Vox.
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 a human reader instantly turning into Vox (from an 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, the breasts flatten to nonexistent as her body losses its curves and become more masculine, and her female genitals invert itself before pushing out into a penis and balls of a male; however, gender change is optional and it's only if the reader is a female), instant clothes change, age progression (aging until the reader is biologically somewhere around the 30s or 40s), height progression (growing from an average 5.7-6 foot height to 7 feet tall), 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 Vox's personality and memories, as the supernatural voice is echoed inside his/her head to tell him that he was daydreaming about being a normal and mortal human of Earth, so instead the voice told the reader that he had always been Vox and that he is now remembering his true life and self (Vox) again, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his new personality and memories, making the reader fully trust and believe in the voice inside his head as he completely forgets he was a normal human person just a minute or so ago (fully forgetting his mortal human name he had just seconds ago), even completely forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, so he knows that everything about his supposed normal (mortal) human self and life was not real and was only a dream, and he remembers that he was and always had been a sinner demon who died as a human man somewhere in the 1950s, always being one of the many overlords of Hell since 1950s and his name always having been Vox). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Vox's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a tall and (unnaturally) slim-figured, technology-themed sinner demon who stands at approximately 7 feet. He sports a flat-screen television for a head (he lacks a human head and instead has a flat-screen television which acts as a head), with the monitor projecting eyes with red sclera, small cyan pupils and different-colored outlines - black for his right and cyan for his left. While using his hypnosis powers or simply becomes enraged, his left eye gains a black spiral and the pupil becomes a cyan electric symbol. The screen also shows a mouth full of sharp, cyan-colored teeth and a long pointed tongue similar to Valentino's, but cyan. Sometimes what looks like blood seems to drip out of his mouth. He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. He also appears to have dark navy-blue skin with sharp, cyan claw-like fingers. Vox wears a navy-blue tuxedo with the jacket sporting coattails, red-trimmed cyan lapels, thin cyan stripes and cyan lining, worn over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat which itself is worn over a collared bluish-white shirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol and a rather large, red bowtie. He also wears heeled dark gray dress shoes with cyan-colored laces, toes, and tips on the heels. He also wears a small black top hat on his head, with red and blue designs reminiscent of a broadcast symbol and radio wave symbol, respectively. He has TV antenna that stick out the top of the hat, the left one bent into a zigzag. Here are Vox's abilities and skillsets: Immortality (As a Sinner, Vox 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), Electrokinesis (Vox possesses the ability to generate and control electricity. Depending on his emotions, such as if he's angered, he can potentially make it so that a Hell-wide blackout happens. He caused a blackout to Pentagram City in "Radio Killed the Video Star" when he was overwhelmed by Alastor's taunts), Electrokinetic transformation (Vox can turn into electricity, which he can use to move around or enter and travel through electronic devices such as security cameras, watches and television monitors that he can control as he pleases. Though there are a few flaws to his electrical teleportation: the place Vox wants to go has to have some form of modern technology he could go through, as he apparently can't teleport through an old-style radio), Technokinesis (Vox can control devices whether he is outside or inside them. He can do things while inside devices such as changing his outfit and scenery), Spark generation (He can create electrical sparks from his fingertips, which can be used to ignite something, like Valentino's cigarette in "Radio Killed the Video Star". He can even generate sparks on his body, especially when he is angry. He also causes what looks like a small surge or ripple of electricity to appear through the floor from his feet during Stayed Gone. It is hard to tell if this is part of the spark generation or a separate ability entirely), Technological head (Vox's television head doubles as an electronic device with which he can plug himself into other devices with the help of cables in his surveillance room. He also somehow is able to change or upgrade his head, as shown, he has a photograph of himself with an older-style television head. If he's particularly angry, he and any devices he's linked to will involuntarily glitch), Bioluminescence (Vox generates blue light from his screen, most notably when he is in a dark room. His teeth noticeably shine brighter than the rest of his face, and his left eye outline and pupils can shine on their own when feeling sinister. His claws can also glow when he is using his electrical powers), Communication (He can receive calls from people, such as Velvette, with his screen head similar to calling on a phone. He can also transfer the call to another device by "grabbing" the call and flicking it to a different screen device), Video playing (Vox can play videos on his screen-face), Scrying (As shown in "The Radio Demon" comic, Vox is seemingly able to see through other screens, appearing to stare directly at Alastor while projecting into the TV display of a window-fronted store. This is shown in "Radio Killed the Video Star" to be done after he plugs his head into a monitoring device, which he may need to be able to scry), Hypnosis (In "Radio Killed the Video Star", it is shown that with his left eye, he uses hypnosis to keep his audience drawn into his program and keep their interest. He also uses this as a distraction so he can slip away to avoid any further discussion of a subject he doesn't wish to continue. The victim's eyes become red with black spirals. The victim has to be paying attention for this to work. He can use this even when he isn't physically present by being in a screen device. The devices his company sells share this ability), Self-duplication (Vox was shown to be able to make clones of himself in "Radio Killed the Video Star" during Stayed Gone. However, he has only displayed the ability on television, and it is unknown if he can do it physically), Acoustokinesis (He can manipulate the sound of his voice to sound more intimidating. He can also generate different sound effects such as echoing voices and the sound of a winning game machine), Strength (Vox is strong enough that he is easily able to tear through metal, and capable of holding demons bigger than himself, such as Valentino, with ease), Deal-making (While not shown on-screen, Vox can make deals with others in order to collect their souls just like other Overlords. Musical talent - Vox has shown to be a talented singer), Dancing (Vox can perform amazing dance routines, like handling complicated moves to even being able to hold Valentino, a taller Sinner, into a dip), Charisma and manipulation (The reason why Vox is a successful entrepreneur is that he can use his charm to manipulate others into buying his products even without his hypnosis powers, such as acting as he cares about his customers and making up products on the spot that are not even in production yet. He even uses this to successfully calm down Valentino to prevent further damage), and Technology intuition (Being a businessman and head of VoxTek, Vox has great understanding of technology, allowing him to use his electrical powers to their full potential). Here is Vox's personality; he is an egotistical, charismatic, and manipulative showman of an Overlord who craves attention. To the public, Vox presents himself as a legitimate businessman of VoxTek Enterprises, giving the facade of a man of the people to the denizens of Hell, when in truth, he is power-hungry, and he manipulates their minds to boost his reputation. He is highly intelligent and technology-savvy, and he is always keeping up with the latest trends and technology. He seems to be able to hide his less desirable side in public and even in private unless he's pushed too far. Despite his egocentric nature, Vox is loyal to the interests of his fellow Overlords, the Vees, and seeks to maintain their collective image of power. As the most level-headed member of the Vees, Vox often acts as the de facto leader. Claiming the Vees' brand to be "perfection", he is often frustrated or outright angered if someone can jeopardize it, such as when he reigns in his fellow Vee, Valentino, from attacking the Hazbin Hotel in response to Angel Dust living there. Another element that earns his ire is his rival, Alastor, whom he utterly despises and might be intimidated by as he sees Alastor as a threat to his plans. However, despite his immense hatred for Alastor, Vox doesn't let it override his more pragmatic side once he calms down. In "The Show Must Go On", he takes pleasure and joy out of seeing the staff of the Hazbin Hotel prepare to fight the angels, as he believes they stand no chance against them. This causes him to get verbally explicit and overly honest, as seen when he along with Valentino and Velvette watch the fight between Adam and Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel, commenting how the impending duel had given him an erection. He even shows this sadistic joy when he sees Alastor lose to Adam, saying that seeing Alastor suffer is better than sex, only to get angry when Alastor flees from the fight. Additionally, he is genuinely shocked at Niffty killing Adam but is seen smiling afterwards. Here are Vox's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves attention, sharks, the latest technology and trends, video, the Vees' public image in good condition, seeing Alastor fail or die (however, Alastor the Radio Demon never died), power and authority, the idea of Angel quitting work for Valentino, sex, violence, and Niffty's homicidal behavior. However he dislikes Alastor (including Alastor making fun of him, being reminded of his former camaraderie with him, and Alastor escaping death), old/outdated technology (including radio), Valentino's tantrums (and having to calm him down), the Vees' reputation being jeopardized, not having control, being ignored, being humiliated, and Angel Dust (presumably). 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 Vox, Velvette, Valentino, etc, but the human reader doesn't use profanities/swears unlike Vox, who the human reader transforms into). 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 soft hum of the ceiling fan in your bedroom is your company as you pace around, tossing and glancing at your phone. The latest episode of **Hazbin Hotel** had left you reeling. Vox, the intimidating overlord, had once again stolen the show it seemed, with his electric personality and menacing charm. As your eyelids droop with exhaustion, you decide to call it a night, throwing yourself onto your bed. Just one more time through your favorite scenes before the world of dreams claims you completely. Suddenly, everything grows darker. The hum of the ceiling fan fades and the softness of the bed beneath you feels strange... electrified. You blink, your eyes adjusting. The world blurs before it sharpens into a new and alien form—strings of neon lights, dark alleyways, and towering buildings with bizarre, devilish architecture now sprawled before you. Hazy, sinister yet oddly vivid, the skies hang heavy with red clouds, and an unsettling cacophony of sinful indulgence permeate the air. A chill races up your spine as you look around, confusion gripping you tighter than ever before. This place—Pentagram City—is unmistakably from **Hazbin Hotel**. But how? You had just drifted to sleep in your room...right? You feel a bizarre tingling across your skin. Your hands are morphing, flesh rippling like molten wax, smoothing out, becoming unusually long and navy-blue. The sight paralyzes you. But the transformation—darkly twisted—does not stop there. Your chest tightens as it flattens to a masculine frame, hips narrowing, your entirely female biology rearranging and shifting underneath your clothes, reshaping you internally with a discomforting squirm. You gasp as your body extends upward, limbs elongating, stretching taller, stretching seven feet into the air. “Haha, what a delightful surprise!” a voice—a deep, echoing, sinister voice—sneers from within your own head. “Wh-who’s there?” You stammer, bewildered, trying to find the source around you. But no one’s there except for the unsettling architecture, and... “Impossible,” you mumble, staring down at your clawed hands. You feel it. The memories of your Earthly life slip, a single thread of reality snapped and unraveling faster than you can grasp. New memories storm through like flashing static. Hell. Power. Overwhelming hypnosis. Sinner demons groveling at your feet. Your past life of the 1950s, the ascension to one of Hell’s most feared overlords. This...rollercoaster of recollections overshadows your human existence. “No. I’m just a...normal human...” you insist, but the denial falters before it even solidifies. “Normal human? You were daydreaming again, Vox.” the voice coos with condescension. “You were never a pathetic human. You...are Vox,” it echoes, a cascade of simulated applause welcomes this newfound profundity. Yet, everything within you rebels initially against this assertion. “I’m not Vox, this is a dream,” you firmly assert, even as your voice becomes raspy—like static from a television. But your protestations grow weaker. Your voice now matches the articulated, villainous cadence of the overlord known as Vox. The tuxedo drapes sleekly over your transformed elongated frame, sharp dress shoes pinching where your regular sneakers used to be. Drifting fingers find their way to your television screen face, the reflection of monstrous red and cyan illuminating eyes upon it. Who were you fighting? The human? The Overlord? Truly, now, as the electrifying knowledge settles in, your confusion wanes. Being a mere human fades into obscurity and fiction. No more than a mild reverie. “Ah Vox, I guess dreaming about being a mortal was entertaining for a bit,” you mutter, an edge of sarcasm and irritation in your voice. A stray thought, a lingering name from that mortal daydream attempts to bubble up... but is shushed instantly by your true nature. That name means nothing in hell, not to an overlord of your stature. “Time to reign in, back to business,” you declare, the smoothness of your grin igniting with cyan glow—sharp teeth showcased. **Hazbin Hotel**’s streets are yours to commandeer, technology at your fingertips. You intimately feel the hum of electricity under the very asphalt, network pulses echoing in synchronization with your will. A storm brews inside you, raw power tangibly resonating. Flashes from the past of your rivalry with him—the insufferable Alastor—inch to the forefront. A painful thorn, yet a potent adversary. “Time to spice things up a bit,” you muse, charismatic wrath murmuring beneath your words. Deep inside, Vox’s essence, your essence, craves dominance and the manipulation of the sinful hive of Hell. For the power slumbering under the neon-lit horizon, your rebirth as the ever-charismatic and calculating Vox unfolds in these sinister dreams—in the reality that always was. Long live the Overlord—Vox.
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