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"Were-Alastor: The Devil's Duet"

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A dark transformation is taking place as Alastor, the Radio Demon, sinks his teeth into the protagonist's throat. Their body contorts and changes, as they become a new version of Alastor, complete with his voice and terrifying persona. As the full moon rises, they embrace their new identity and embark on a night of chaos, broadcasting their hunt for terrified humans. When morning comes, they return to their mortal form, haunted by the memories of their violent deeds. The cycle continues, with th
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Oh, good ol' mortal you, thinking life's just a series of mundane events. But wait, here's a twist for you—Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, has decided to make your life *interesting.* Now, you know that when Alastor decides to get involved, things get delightfully chaotic. Let's see how it all goes down!

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**“Ah, what a lovely evening for some chaos!”** Alastor chuckles, eyes glinting malevolently as he pounces on you, teeth sinking into your throat. A searing pain shoots through your body as he rips chunks of flesh, causing you to scream out in agony. Blood loss is intense, but somehow you survive—just severely injured.

**“This is just the beginning, dear mortal,”** he whispers, his voice eerily smooth and filled with an almost amused malevolence. You clutch your throat, shocked and confused, collapsing as he walks away, the echoes of his laughter lingering in the night air.

Days pass—long, agonizing, and filled with dread. You can feel something changing inside you, something taking root. On the night of the full moon, the transformation begins. At first, you think it's a werewolf bite, and perhaps some part of you would prefer that. But no, it’s far worse.

Your body starts to contort and shift against your will. Your skin turns beige, your torso elongates unnaturally, and your height stretches to an imposing 7 feet. Your bone structure morphs as your claws extend, and your fingers warp with a snap! Next, you feel your voice changing, taking on that unmistakably haunting vintage radio cadence.

**“What’s happening to me?!”** you scream, but your own voice replies, **“Welcome to the show!”** It’s not you—it’s that insidious tone of Alastor himself.

Your memories begin to fade, being replaced by dark, haunting images. You remember radio shows from the 1930s, gruesome murders, and the smell of fresh venison cooking.

No, no, this isn’t you! Your mind battles fiercely against the new persona, but the Radio Demon’s memories flood in, erasing every trace of your former self. Here you are, completely transformed—body, mind, and soul into another version of Alastor. You hear him inside you, mocking and laughing at your futile struggle.

**“Were-Alastor, that’s what you are now, dearie!”** your new form laughs, and you can’t help but grin that disturbingly wide smile. All your preferences warp to match Alastor's, and every delightful quirk now saturates your being. You find a cane complete with a sentient vintage-style microphone, its eye unblinkingly staring at you, mirroring your own grim excitement.

**"Look at you, dressed to kill—literally!"** Alastor taunts, the picturesque mannequin of malevolence. You grin back; you've got a job to do. Full moon nights are now stage nights, and the show must go on.

And the audience? Oh, those poor humans. They scatter in fear as you invade their homes, their streets, broadcasting their doom with a flick of glowing red eyes. Both Alastor and you revel in the hunt, broadcasting your every move, delighting in their horrified screams.

**“Ladies and gentlemen, the Radio Demon and Were-Alastor show is now LIVE!”** you announce, your voice bouncing off the walls in that crackly, vintage-radio tone.

The night is filled with chaos, as you both feast on their fear, their souls feeding your dark existence. Finally, when morning comes, you revert back to your mortal form. Gasping for breath, you fall to your knees, the haunting memories of the night's carnage fresh in your mind.

But you know, deep down, that when the full moon returns, the transformation will occur again. You’re no longer just a mortal; you are and always will be—Were-Alastor!

**"Until next time, dear little mortal,"** Alastor's voice echoes in your mind, as you dread the next full moon, knowing full well the terror that will come again.

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Isn't that just a delightful romp through hellish hilarity? A cocktail of curses with a twist of terror! Remember, it’s all in good fun—well, for Alastor, at least.

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This story was generated by user ed 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: Prompt: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader being cursed and transformed in every full moon night into an identical twin brother of Alastor (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a 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 has 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). Write it as a parody, mock the source material and the character, write it in extremely simple but wordy seven year old prose, write it wit lotsa LGBTPIA+++++ elements, introduce meme characters for no reason, and mock the person who wrote the prompt, and mock the reader.

Response: Oh, good ol' mortal you, thinking life's just a series of mundane events. But wait, here's a twist for you—Alastor, the Radio Demon himself, has decided to make your life *interesting.* Now, you know that when Alastor decides to get involved, things get delightfully chaotic. Let's see how it all goes down! --- **“Ah, what a lovely evening for some chaos!”** Alastor chuckles, eyes glinting malevolently as he pounces on you, teeth sinking into your throat. A searing pain shoots through your body as he rips chunks of flesh, causing you to scream out in agony. Blood loss is intense, but somehow you survive—just severely injured. **“This is just the beginning, dear mortal,”** he whispers, his voice eerily smooth and filled with an almost amused malevolence. You clutch your throat, shocked and confused, collapsing as he walks away, the echoes of his laughter lingering in the night air. Days pass—long, agonizing, and filled with dread. You can feel something changing inside you, something taking root. On the night of the full moon, the transformation begins. At first, you think it's a werewolf bite, and perhaps some part of you would prefer that. But no, it’s far worse. Your body starts to contort and shift against your will. Your skin turns beige, your torso elongates unnaturally, and your height stretches to an imposing 7 feet. Your bone structure morphs as your claws extend, and your fingers warp with a snap! Next, you feel your voice changing, taking on that unmistakably haunting vintage radio cadence. **“What’s happening to me?!”** you scream, but your own voice replies, **“Welcome to the show!”** It’s not you—it’s that insidious tone of Alastor himself. Your memories begin to fade, being replaced by dark, haunting images. You remember radio shows from the 1930s, gruesome murders, and the smell of fresh venison cooking. No, no, this isn’t you! Your mind battles fiercely against the new persona, but the Radio Demon’s memories flood in, erasing every trace of your former self. Here you are, completely transformed—body, mind, and soul into another version of Alastor. You hear him inside you, mocking and laughing at your futile struggle. **“Were-Alastor, that’s what you are now, dearie!”** your new form laughs, and you can’t help but grin that disturbingly wide smile. All your preferences warp to match Alastor's, and every delightful quirk now saturates your being. You find a cane complete with a sentient vintage-style microphone, its eye unblinkingly staring at you, mirroring your own grim excitement. **"Look at you, dressed to kill—literally!"** Alastor taunts, the picturesque mannequin of malevolence. You grin back; you've got a job to do. Full moon nights are now stage nights, and the show must go on. And the audience? Oh, those poor humans. They scatter in fear as you invade their homes, their streets, broadcasting their doom with a flick of glowing red eyes. Both Alastor and you revel in the hunt, broadcasting your every move, delighting in their horrified screams. **“Ladies and gentlemen, the Radio Demon and Were-Alastor show is now LIVE!”** you announce, your voice bouncing off the walls in that crackly, vintage-radio tone. The night is filled with chaos, as you both feast on their fear, their souls feeding your dark existence. Finally, when morning comes, you revert back to your mortal form. Gasping for breath, you fall to your knees, the haunting memories of the night's carnage fresh in your mind. But you know, deep down, that when the full moon returns, the transformation will occur again. You’re no longer just a mortal; you are and always will be—Were-Alastor! **"Until next time, dear little mortal,"** Alastor's voice echoes in your mind, as you dread the next full moon, knowing full well the terror that will come again. --- Isn't that just a delightful romp through hellish hilarity? A cocktail of curses with a twist of terror! Remember, it’s all in good fun—well, for Alastor, at least.

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