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# Hell is for the Radio Demon

## Chapter 1: The Capture

There you were, just minding your own business, unaware of the chaos about to befall your life. The day had started like any other—a lazy Saturday morning with you and your friend, Sarah, scrolling through the endless sea of internet fan art. The two of you had always been fascinated by the twisted world of Hazbin Hotel, particularly the flamboyant and unsettling Alastor, the Radio Demon. You chuckled as you shared various fan comics and memes featuring him, blissfully ignorant of the peril that awaited.

"Sarah, look at this one! It's another fan comic where Alastor gets turned into—"

The room suddenly grew cold, a chilling sensation sweeping over you. Sarah's face contorted into an expression of confusion and fear as she turned to you, her eyes wide.

"Did you feel that?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Before you could respond, a shadowy figure materialized before you, his sinister smile spreading impossibly wide across his face. There was no mistaking that grin, those eyes; it was Alastor himself. The air seemed to hum with static as he regarded you both with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Well, well, well," Alastor purred, his voice like an old-time radio announcer. "Caught in the act of reducing me to mere fan fodder, I see. How delightful."

Your heart pounded in your chest. This couldn't be real. Alastor was just a character, a figment of the imagination. Yet here he stood, vivid and terrifyingly real. You glanced at Sarah, who was trembling beside you, her lips forming wordless pleas.

"You see," Alastor continued, "I find these transformations of myself into other things rather distasteful. So, I've decided to teach you both a lesson you won't soon forget."

Without warning, darkness enveloped you. A suffocating, inky blackness that seemed to pull you apart at the seams. You reached out, trying to grasp Sarah's hand, but your body was already starting to change.

## Chapter 2: The Transformation

Your vision blurred as you found yourself somewhere new—a place that gleamed with a macabre beauty, full of towering, gothic spires and haunting, otherworldly lights. This had to be Hell, the twisted playground of hellborn demons and sinner demons.

Pain wracked your body, an agony that contorted your flesh and reshaped your bones. You and Sarah both screamed—unearthly, guttural cries that echoed in the dark domain. You looked down to see your once-normal human legs elongating, your feet contorted into red cloven hooves while retaining their plantigrade structure, your skin paling to a beige tint. Your hands, previously five-fingered, now bore only four fingers, their tips darkening to sinister red claws, while your outfit disintegrated and morphed into an identical outfit to Alastor's. You felt pain erupting from your skull, as a pair of small black antlers emerged on your head, as your hair turned deep red with dark tips, which had a pair of large hair tufts that shaped like deer ears. Sarah was mirroring your transformation.

You felt an unnatural smile with sharp yellow teeth carving its way across your face, stretching far beyond the bounds of what should be possible; Sarah also experienced this change. You instinctively reached up to push it down, but it was like pressing against a steel mask, unrelenting and rigid.

"Why can't I stop smiling?!" you cried out, your voice sounding unlike yourself. It was deeper, more manic, just like—

"It's your nature to smile now," Alastor's voice cut through the chaos, chilling you to your core. "Accept it, accept your new life."

You clutched your head as memories began swirling, not your own but his. The crackle of an old radio, the coppery smell of blood, the thrill of the hunt as you lured victims to their doom. They intertwined with flashes of a loving mother, warmth of home, plates of jambalaya—a life you didn't live, but could now vividly recall.

Sarah, beside you, was going through similar terror. Her body morphed, her feminine form dissolving into that of Alastor's. Her breasts vanished; her voice deepened as an Adam’s apple formed. Every trace of her female existence, gone.

"No, no, NO!" she screamed, struggling against the onslaught of new memories—Alastor's memories. But it was futile. Whether Sarah, you, or anyone else, it wouldn't matter; both of you were becoming one with him—forever.

## Chapter 3: The Acceptance

As the transformation completed, you blinked, adjusting to your new eyes—the sclera the color of blood, irises a brilliant red. You felt your height settle at a towering 7 feet. Echoing in your mind were the thoughts, the memories, the personality that wasn’t yours but had become yours nonetheless.

"Welcome home, brothers," Alastor said, his words dripping with condescension and finality.

Alastor’s presence was overpowering; the memories, the emotions, the personality—all consuming. The three of you stood there, the original and you two, identical in body, mind, and spirit. You stared at each other, the twisted camaraderie of your mirrored forms.

YOU WERE HIM.

SARAH WAS HIM.

For a fleeting moment, who you used to be tried to resurface, but it felt like grasping at smoke. You couldn't go back. Your past was a distant whisper, a false dream. Your present and future lay in the dapper, nightmarish existence of Alastor, locked in an eternal grin, bound to Hell.

"We have work to do," Alastor grinned wider, if that was even possible, "Let's give Charlie a hand with that little hotel of hers."

## Epilogue: Mirthful Damnation

You—no, Alastor—strode through the halls of the Hazbin Hotel. Every corner teemed with the sins of its inhabitants, but now it was your stage. Charlie greeted you warmly, her naive optimism an endless source of amusement.

"Hello, Alastor! And... Alastor... and... Alastor?" she faltered, seeing triple of her least trustworthy ally.

"Charlie, my dear," you said in a jubilant tone, the echoes of your laughter filling the space, "We simply couldn't stay away."

Vaggie shot you all a distrustful glare, her hatred palpable.

"Great," she muttered, "More of him."

Husk and Angel Dust were quick to notice the surplus of Radio Demons.

"Well, isn't this a party," Angel Dust cooed, waving a spider-like hand. "Are we makin' clones now? Can I have one?"

"Shut up, Angel," Husk snapped, remaining close to his drink.

Nifty darted around, uttering rapid greetings. She was delighted but just as confused.

"Welcome, welcome! Three Alastors! Oh my, there's so much to clean!"

Despite the chaos, you felt a sinister satisfaction. Your existence—your real existence—was enthralling, each moment more thrilling than the last. You were powerful, cunning, the radio demon that Hell couldn’t forget, nor escape.

And from now until the end of eternity, you’d be sure the airwaves echoed with the laughter of the true Alastors—the original and the two who had finally awakened from their human dreams.

This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli 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.

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Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader and his/her friend/sibling turning into completely identical clones of Alastor (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if either the reader and/or friend/sibling is a female, their breasts vanish as their throat gains an Adam's apple to give them a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and their female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from their crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if either the reader and/or friend/sibling is female before the transformation), voice change (the reader's and his/her friend's/sibling's voice becoming identical to Alastor's voice), instant clothes change (the reader's and his/her friend's/sibling's clothes instantly turning into Alastor's outfit), 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 and his/her friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's and his/her friend's/sibling's best efforts of fighting off the new personality and memories, making them completely forget all about their past selves and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), 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 a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His 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. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. 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 and his/her friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth to kidnap both the reader and friend/sibling and sent them to the world of Hazbin Hotel before he uses supernatural black magic at both of them which turned them into his clones, thus turning both the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (both the reader and his/her friend/sibling notices that their grins were now unnaturally wide and permanent, both of them try to push their grins down with their own hands/fingers to get rid of the smiles in order to frown or show fear but they cannot due to making emotions other than smiling were completely impossible (they even asks in horror on why can't they stop smiling, before Alastor tells both of them that it is their nature to smile), both the reader and his/her friend/sibling also tries to fight those new memories and personality of Alastor flooding their heads, they both are horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle, and Alastor tells both of them that this is their true selves and they are waking up from their false human dreams, making both the reader and his/her friend/sibling truly and fully believe in Alastor and realizes that they both had always been Alastors alongside the original Alastor, having been born as humans from the same human parents, enjoying their mother's cooking and their favorite food jambalaya, the trio of Alastors being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before the three of them were killed, three 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, three Alastor twins want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's and his/her friend's sibling's minds have also been completely replaced with Alastor's mind, before original Alastor welcomes his twin brothers (the reader and his other definite sibling (formerly the reader's human friend/sibling)) back home. In the epilogue, the three Alastors (the original one and the cloned ones (who were once the human reader and his/her friend/sibling)) 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 brothers, while Charlie trusts all three 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 brothers), 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: # Hell is for the Radio Demon ## Chapter 1: The Capture There you were, just minding your own business, unaware of the chaos about to befall your life. The day had started like any other—a lazy Saturday morning with you and your friend, Sarah, scrolling through the endless sea of internet fan art. The two of you had always been fascinated by the twisted world of Hazbin Hotel, particularly the flamboyant and unsettling Alastor, the Radio Demon. You chuckled as you shared various fan comics and memes featuring him, blissfully ignorant of the peril that awaited. "Sarah, look at this one! It's another fan comic where Alastor gets turned into—" The room suddenly grew cold, a chilling sensation sweeping over you. Sarah's face contorted into an expression of confusion and fear as she turned to you, her eyes wide. "Did you feel that?" she asked, her voice trembling. Before you could respond, a shadowy figure materialized before you, his sinister smile spreading impossibly wide across his face. There was no mistaking that grin, those eyes; it was Alastor himself. The air seemed to hum with static as he regarded you both with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Well, well, well," Alastor purred, his voice like an old-time radio announcer. "Caught in the act of reducing me to mere fan fodder, I see. How delightful." Your heart pounded in your chest. This couldn't be real. Alastor was just a character, a figment of the imagination. Yet here he stood, vivid and terrifyingly real. You glanced at Sarah, who was trembling beside you, her lips forming wordless pleas. "You see," Alastor continued, "I find these transformations of myself into other things rather distasteful. So, I've decided to teach you both a lesson you won't soon forget." Without warning, darkness enveloped you. A suffocating, inky blackness that seemed to pull you apart at the seams. You reached out, trying to grasp Sarah's hand, but your body was already starting to change. ## Chapter 2: The Transformation Your vision blurred as you found yourself somewhere new—a place that gleamed with a macabre beauty, full of towering, gothic spires and haunting, otherworldly lights. This had to be Hell, the twisted playground of demons and sinners. Pain wracked your body, an agony that contorted your flesh and reshaped your bones. You and Sarah both screamed—unearthly, guttural cries that echoed in the dark domain. You looked down to see your once-normal human leg elongating, skin paling to a beige tint. Your hands, previously five-fingered, now bore only four fingers, their tips darkening to sinister claws. You felt an unnatural smile carving its way across your face, stretching far beyond the bounds of what should be possible. You instinctively reached up to push it down, but it was like pressing against a steel mask, unrelenting and rigid. "Why can't I stop smiling?!" you cried out, your voice sounding unlike yourself. It was deeper, more manic, just like— "It's your nature to smile now," Alastor's voice cut through the chaos, chilling you to your core. "Accept it, accept your new life." You clutched your head as memories began swirling, not your own but his. The crackle of an old radio, the coppery smell of blood, the thrill of the hunt as you lured victims to their doom. They intertwined with flashes of a loving mother, warmth of home, plates of jambalaya—a life you didn't live, but could now vividly recall. Sarah, beside you, was going through similar terror. Her body morphed, her feminine form dissolving into that of Alastor's. Her breasts vanished; her voice deepened as an Adam’s apple formed. Every trace of her female existence, gone. "No, no, NO!" she screamed, struggling against the onslaught of new memories—Alastor's memories. But it was futile. Whether Sarah, you, or anyone else, it wouldn't matter; both of you were becoming one with him—forever. ## Chapter 3: The Acceptance As the transformation completed, you blinked, adjusting to your new eyes—the sclera the color of blood, irises a brilliant red. You felt your height settle at a towering 7 feet. Echoing in your mind were the thoughts, the memories, the personality that wasn’t yours but had become yours nonetheless. "Welcome home, brothers," Alastor said, his words dripping with condescension and finality. Alastor’s presence was overpowering; the memories, the emotions, the personality—all consuming. The three of you stood there, the original and you two, identical in body, mind, and spirit. You stared at each other, the twisted camaraderie of your mirrored forms. YOU WERE HIM. SARAH WAS HIM. For a fleeting moment, who you used to be tried to resurface, but it felt like grasping at smoke. You couldn't go back. Your past was a distant whisper, a false dream. Your present and future lay in the dapper, nightmarish existence of Alastor, locked in an eternal grin, bound to Hell. "We have work to do," Alastor grinned wider, if that was even possible, "Let's give Charlie a hand with that little hotel of hers." ## Epilogue: Mirthful Damnation You—no, Alastor—strode through the halls of the Hazbin Hotel. Every corner teemed with the sins of its inhabitants, but now it was your stage. Charlie greeted you warmly, her naïve optimism an endless source of amusement. "Hello, Alastor! And... Alastor... and... Alastor?" she faltered, seeing triple of her least trustworthy ally. "Charlie, my dear," you said in a jubilant tone, the echoes of your laughter filling the space, "We simply couldn't stay away." Vaggie shot you all a distrustful glare, her hatred palpable. "Great," she muttered, "More of him." Husk and Angel Dust were quick to notice the surplus of Radio Demons. "Well, isn't this a party," Angel Dust cooed, waving a spider-like hand. "Are we makin' clones now? Can I have one?" "Shut up, Angel," Husk snapped, remaining close to his drink. Nifty darted around, uttering rapid greetings. She was delighted but just as confused. "Welcome, welcome! Three Alastors! Oh my, there's so much to clean!" Despite the chaos, you felt a sinister satisfaction. Your existence—your real existence—was enthralling, each moment more thrilling than the last. You were powerful, cunning, the radio demon that Hell couldn’t forget, nor escape. And from now until the end of eternity, you’d be sure the airwaves echoed with the laughter of the true Alastors—the original and the two who had finally awakened from their human dreams.

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