You were just an ordinary person, going about your day as usual. Today had been no different—work, school, or maybe just lazing around the house. Nothing out of the ordinary, until everything began to shift. It started subtly at first, but soon, the world around you began to distort and blend with bright, neon colors that reminded you of a world straight out of an adult animated series. Then, without warning, you were thrust into a whirlwind of transformation.
Your skin tingled, almost painfully, as if a current surged through every cell. As you doubled over, a cold, electric sensation rippled down your spine, coalescing at your extremities. Your fingers elongated, turning sharp and claw-like, glowing a bright cyan hue. You watched in horror as your limbs stretched, your entire frame shooting up until you towered at an imposing seven feet.
Next, your perspective tilted; where once there was flesh and bone, now there was a jarring merge of human biology and cartoonish visuals. A warped reflection of yourself in a nearby window revealed navy-blue skin and the figure of a technologically infused demon. Your heart pounded—no, it whirred—as your head transformed into a sleek flat-screen television. Panic rose, but even that ebbed away as the echoing voice assured you, whispering that this was who you were meant to be. "You’ve always been Vox," it murmured, "This is your true self."
Your body shifted under its new clothing—a sharp navy-blue tuxedo appeared, complete with a coattail jacket, a red-trimmed cyan lapel, and thin cyan stripes. It fit snuggly over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat worn over a crisp collared shirt emblazoned with an upside-down broadcast symbol. The bowtie snapped into place, a bold red contrast that rounded off your sharp, new appearance. The transformation finalized as dark grey dress shoes with cyan details clicked against the floor with your every move.
"I can’t be Vox," you murmured weakly, but the voice inside laughed, echoing as if speaking through a tunnel of static. It filled your thoughts with slick confidence, memories of a dominion down below, manipulating Hell's denizens with charming malice. "You were daydreaming," it teased. "You’ve never been mortal. You’re Vox. The all-seeing, all-controlling Overlord."
Memories flooded in, overwriting your once mundane life. Images of 1950s streets, the rise of technology, the power it beheld over people’s lives. You remembered dying there, your human life eroding to make way for your present self—a Sinner demon with the power to command electricity, controlling devices, and bending them to your will. Your essence tweaked and turned as the reality of living among the damned solidified.
"Who the fuck does Alastor think he is?" you suddenly roared, your voice oscillating with a menacing vibrato that could frighten a gargoyle. The name Alastor elicited a burning hatred from deep within, a hatred you now know you’ve nurtured for ages. Using your electrokinetic powers, you let ripples of blue sparks surge around you, a spectacle of your wrath and dominance. Yes, you were control incarnate, Vox, leader of the Vees. A sardonic grin spread across your interface as your electronic eyes flickered with mirth at the inevitable failure of anyone who dared face you.
As time passed, you couldn’t recall the name you once had or the ordinary life you once led. It was an unscripted dream, a thing of the past that never existed in your omnipotent timeline. Your obsessions were clear—keeping up with the latest trends, maintaining the Vees' image, and delighting in Alastor’s every misstep.
Valentino's voice cut through your musings, accompanied by the rhythm of his manic laughter. "Well, Voxie, got yourself all worked up again? Need calming down?" Valentino asked, his words dripping with sleazy nonchalance.
"Shut up, Valentino," you barked, a cacophony of escalating echoes reverberating through your screen-face. “We’ve got shit to do—plots to unfurl. Check Velvette's updates on Angel Dust. I need that fucker in line, or we’ll lose face.”
In unison, your Vees moved, their chaotic synergy bringing a sinister smile to your face. The confusion of the transformation, the resistance to accept this demonic identity, had utterly disintegrated. You were immersed in this intricate dance of deception, manipulation, and grandstanding. You were Vox, and Hell itself bent to your whims. And you would never be anything else.
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 the 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: You were just an ordinary person, going about your day as usual. Today had been no different—work, school, or maybe just lazing around the house. Nothing out of the ordinary, until everything began to shift. It started subtly at first, but soon, the world around you began to distort and blend with bright, neon colors that reminded you of a world straight out of an adult animated series. Then, without warning, you were thrust into a whirlwind of transformation. Your skin tingled, almost painfully, as if a current surged through every cell. As you doubled over, a cold, electric sensation rippled down your spine, coalescing at your extremities. Your fingers elongated, turning sharp and claw-like, glowing a bright cyan hue. You watched in horror as your limbs stretched, your entire frame shooting up until you towered at an imposing seven feet. Next, your perspective tilted; where once there was flesh and bone, now there was a jarring merge of human biology and cartoonish visuals. A warped reflection of yourself in a nearby window revealed navy-blue skin and the figure of a technologically infused demon. Your heart pounded—no, it whirred—as your head transformed into a sleek flat-screen television. Panic rose, but even that ebbed away as the echoing voice assured you, whispering that this was who you were meant to be. "You’ve always been Vox," it murmured, "This is your true self." Your body shifted under its new clothing—a sharp navy-blue tuxedo appeared, complete with a coattail jacket, a red-trimmed cyan lapel, and thin cyan stripes. It fit snuggly over a red-and-black-striped waistcoat worn over a crisp collared shirt emblazoned with an upside-down broadcast symbol. The bowtie snapped into place, a bold red contrast that rounded off your sharp, new appearance. The transformation finalized as dark grey dress shoes with cyan details clicked against the floor with your every move. "I can’t be Vox," you murmured weakly, but the voice inside laughed, echoing as if speaking through a tunnel of static. It filled your thoughts with slick confidence, memories of a dominion down below, manipulating Hell's denizens with charming malice. "You were daydreaming," it teased. "You’ve never been mortal. You’re Vox. The all-seeing, all-controlling Overlord." Memories flooded in, overwriting your once mundane life. Images of 1950s streets, the rise of technology, the power it beheld over people’s lives. You remembered dying there, your human life eroding to make way for your present self—a Sinner demon with the power to command electricity, controlling devices, and bending them to your will. Your essence tweaked and turned as the reality of living among the damned solidified. "Who the fuck does Alastor think he is?" you suddenly roared, your voice oscillating with a menacing vibrato that could frighten a gargoyle. The name Alastor elicited a burning hatred from deep within, a hatred you now know you’ve nurtured for ages. Using your electrokinetic powers, you let ripples of blue sparks surge around you, a spectacle of your wrath and dominance. Yes, you were control incarnate, Vox, leader of the Vees. A sardonic grin spread across your interface as your electronic eyes flickered with mirth at the inevitable failure of anyone who dared face you. As time passed, you couldn’t recall the name you once had or the ordinary life you once led. It was an unscripted dream, a thing of the past that never existed in your omnipotent timeline. Your obsessions were clear—keeping up with the latest trends, maintaining the Vees' image, and delighting in Alastor’s every misstep. Valentino's voice cut through your musings, accompanied by the rhythm of his manic laughter. "Well, Voxie, got yourself all worked up again? Need calming down?" Valentino asked, his words dripping with sleazy nonchalance. "Shut up, Valentino," you barked, a cacophony of escalating echoes reverberating through your screen-face. “We’ve got shit to do—plots to unfurl. Check Velvette's updates on Angel Dust. I need that fucker in line, or we’ll lose face.” In unison, your Vees moved, their chaotic synergy bringing a sinister smile to your face. The confusion of the transformation, the resistance to accept this demonic identity, had utterly disintegrated. You were immersed in this intricate dance of deception, manipulation, and grandstanding. You were Vox, and Hell itself bent to your whims. And you would never be anything else.
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