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"The Radio Demons (Alastors): One Tale, Two Brothers"

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You never imagined a day like today. One moment, you were in front of your screen, lost in creativity and the wonder of made-up worlds, and the next, engulfed by an all-encompassing darkness. When you can see again, the world around you has transformed, and so has your very essence.

"Why, if it isn't my doppelgänger in the flesh," a voice, vintage and crackling, booms out. You snap your head around, heart pounding against your ribs, to over where a figure, more macabre than man, greets you with a broad smile.

The figure is Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. You blink, unsure if you're lost in a trance. But as Alastor speaks again, the reality blurs and clarifies in the same breath. "I've grown rather weary of these tiresome transformations people often imagine for me. So, I thought it might be time for a little demonstration."

A rush of energy envelops you, and you feel your body changing. If you were female before, your feminity begins to recede—your breasts flatten to your chest, and an Adam's apple grows in your throat. Your privates shift, feeling innately wrong before settling into an unfamiliar maleness. Panic wells up within you, but it’s too late—your humanity slipping, your memories fading.

Your clothes transform into a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels, and black gloves covered your fingers. Underneath, there is a bright red dress-shirt, and a black cross on your chest. Instinctually, you clutch for the monocle that appears over your right eye and the thin cane with a sentient vintage styled microphone attached to it that inexplicably manifests in your hand, the broadcasting equipment seeming to pulse with power.

"Oh my dear," Alastor says, grinning wider, "You are waking up from a very long dream. Embrace it."

You try to remind yourself of who you were—snippets of your former life flicker, but they’re sandwiched between new thoughts, Alastor's thoughts. You remember being an individual with unique memories, but each moment grows hazier, replaced by the memories of Alastor. A wretched void, once the repository of your identity and soul, gets filled with a confidence and malicious amusement that isn’t yours.

“No, this can’t be real!” you shout with a voice that sounds bizarrely like Alastor’s. You touch your new face, your new body, which towers at an impressive 7 feet. You try to push your unnaturally wide grin down with your fingertips, desperate to frown, to show any emotion other than this menacing smile. But the muscles do not comply.

A cold dread seeps through your, now his, veins. Alastor leans in closer, dark wisdom and malevolence dancing in his bright-red irises with thin black pupils, the eyes of a monster. "Don't resist. You are me, and I am you. We were always brothers. Don’t you remember?"

Suddenly, memories click into their new places—the bloodstained elegance of long ago kitchens filled with the rich scent of jambalaya, the subsequent murders, the thunderous applause of radio listeners tuning in religiously. The bile rises in his throat, but not from disgust. From anticipation. Two brothers, nicknamed "The Radio Demons," masters of the airwaves—and of Hell.

You—no, Alastor—blink, memories of torment and delight knitting seamlessly as you fully awaken to your new identity. The absurdity of your human past withers to nothing.

“Ah, it’s good to have you back, brother,” the original Alastor says, gazing at you with undeniable satisfaction. “Shall we assist Charlie in her little hotel experiment—for entertainment, if nothing else?”

Your—his—new role in Hell beckons as you survey the scene with at last, pleased eyes.

---**Epilogue**---

"Vaggie, what do you think of our new addition to the team?" queries Charlie with a hopeful look.

Vaggie scowls, shifting her wary gaze between you and Alastor. "This is insane, Charlie. Now there are two of them!"

But all you can focus on is the quizzical delight of your return. You perform in perfect harmony with your original counterpart, showcasing drama and malice, much to the hesitant acceptance of Angel Dust and the begrudging compliance of Husk.

Niffty skitters over, gleeful. “Oh, it's like having twin uncles! Welcome back, Alastor number two!"

“Oh, Niffty,” you respond with a characteristic chuckle. “I believe you’ll find we’re quite alike.”

The tale continues in Hell’s pandemonium. With both Alastors contending with Charlie’s schemes and supporting the Hazbin Hotel, your/world is a splendid panorama of blissful chaos. A chaos you now embody and perpetuate. Forever.

The transformation is complete.

This story was generated by user LanHikari 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 a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an identical clone 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 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. Not only that, but most importantly, Alastor is truly getting sick and tired of seeing artwork and stories (which he sees online, despite himself not liking technology made past his human death) of himself getting transformed into other characters and creatures in both body and mind (sometimes from different series/franchise), which Alastor genuinely views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth 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 Alastor 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 Alastor 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 cloned one (who was once the human 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 both Alastors), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor and his twin brother), and Nifty (a miniscule female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor despite not being related)). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc)

Response: You never imagined a day like today. One moment, you were in front of your screen, lost in creativity and the wonder of made-up worlds, and the next, engulfed by an all-encompassing darkness. When you can see again, the world around you has transformed, and so has your very essence. "Why, if it isn't my doppelgänger in the flesh," a voice, vintage and crackling, booms out. You snap your head around, heart pounding against your ribs, to over where a figure, more macabre than man, greets you with a broad smile. The figure is Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. You blink, unsure if you're lost in a trance. But as Alastor speaks again, the reality blurs and clarifies in the same breath. "I've grown rather weary of these tiresome transformations people often imagine for me. So, I thought it might be time for a little demonstration." A rush of energy envelops you, and you feel your body changing. If you were female before, your feminity begins to recede—your breasts flatten to your chest, and an Adam's apple grows in your throat. Your privates shift, feeling innately wrong before settling into an unfamiliar maleness. Panic wells up within you, but it’s too late—your humanity slipping, your memories fading. Your clothes transform into a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels, and black gloves covered your fingers. Underneath, there is a bright red dress-shirt, and a black cross on your chest. Instinctually, you clutch for the monocle that appears over your right eye and the thin cane with a sentient vintage styled microphone attached to it that inexplicably manifests in your hand, the broadcasting equipment seeming to pulse with power. "Oh my dear," Alastor says, grinning wider, "You are waking up from a very long dream. Embrace it." You try to remind yourself of who you were—snippets of your former life flicker, but they’re sandwiched between new thoughts, Alastor's thoughts. You remember being an individual with unique memories, but each moment grows hazier, replaced by the memories of Alastor. A wretched void, once the repository of your identity and soul, gets filled with a confidence and malicious amusement that isn’t yours. “No, this can’t be real!” you shout with a voice that sounds bizarrely like Alastor’s. You touch your new face, your new body, which towers at an impressive 7 feet. You try to push your unnaturally wide grin down with your fingertips, desperate to frown, to show any emotion other than this menacing smile. But the muscles do not comply. A cold dread seeps through your, now his, veins. Alastor leans in closer, dark wisdom and malevolence dancing in his bright-red irises with thin black pupils, the eyes of a monster. "Don't resist. You are me, and I am you. We were always brothers. Don’t you remember?" Suddenly, memories click into their new places—the bloodstained elegance of long ago kitchens filled with the rich scent of jambalaya, the subsequent murders, the thunderous applause of radio listeners tuning in religiously. The bile rises in his throat, but not from disgust. From anticipation. Two brothers, nicknamed "The Radio Demons," masters of the airwaves—and of Hell. You—no, Alastor—blink, memories of torment and delight knitting seamlessly as you fully awaken to your new identity. The absurdity of your human past withers to nothing. “Ah, it’s good to have you back, brother,” the original Alastor says, gazing at you with undeniable satisfaction. “Shall we assist Charlie in her little hotel experiment—for entertainment, if nothing else?” Your—his—new role in Hell beckons as you survey the scene with at last, pleased eyes. ---**Epilogue**--- "Vaggie, what do you think of our new addition to the team?" queries Charlie with a hopeful look. Vaggie scowls, shifting her wary gaze between you and Alastor. "This is insane, Charlie. Now there are two of them!" But all you can focus on is the quizzical delight of your return. You perform in perfect harmony with your original counterpart, showcasing drama and malice, much to the hesitant acceptance of Angel Dust and the begrudging compliance of Husk. Niffty skitters over, gleeful. “Oh, it's like having twin uncles! Welcome back, Alastor number two!" “Oh, Niffty,” you respond with a characteristic chuckle. “I believe you’ll find we’re quite alike.” The tale continues in Hell’s pandemonium. With both Alastors contending with Charlie’s schemes and supporting the Hazbin Hotel, your/world is a splendid panorama of blissful chaos. A chaos you now embody and perpetuate. Forever. The transformation is complete.

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