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Question: Write a transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The transformation starts subtly. The reader is just sitting in their room, going through the Hazbin Hotel series. Though not a reality enthusiast, the reader finds themselves drawn to Angel Dust's character. As they read, they unknowingly start adopting his habits, pulling at the hem of their shirts, speaking in a New York accent, and a sudden urge to dye their hair white. Day by day, their appearance starts to change. If the reader is a female, their features ruggedize with a certain softness defining their curves. If the reader is a male, they naturally find themselves more slender. They grow taller, towering an intimidating six feet. They try to fight it off, but it's a lost battle. Their reality warp, the world around them reshaping into the world of Hazbin Hotel. Gone is the internet, the urban sprawl replaced with the demon-infested hell, a place of fallen angels and sinners. Each night, their mind floods with Angel Dust's memories. Despite their fight, the reader's personality fades into Angel's. The independent, carefree person who once loved to read is now replaced with a brash and sarcastic individual. They start using foul words, telling dirty jokes, and flirting incessantly. Night after nights, the changes become more apparent. White fur appears all over the body. A fluff of white hair grows from the back of the head, marked with pink splotches. Their irises change to cerise pink, the left sclera going a dark color while the right goes light yellow. A golden fang juts out slightly from the right side of a wide mouth now filled with sharp teeth. They don't remember their past anymore, living entirely as Angel Dust. They become a spider-like demon, wearing a light pink blazer with white stripes, a reddish-grey miniskirt, thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie. They would look at their hands and count the fingers, no longer four but six, sometimes eight when they willed it. They adopted Angel's flamboyant and destructive encoding. "I'm the life of the party, so the party better be worth my time, darling," they would sneer at people. The cynicism of ‘redemption being a fool’s hope’ made home in their heart. Despite it all, they still felt a faint hope that maybe it wasn't all lost. Deep down, amidst all the changes and turmoil, they held onto their love for Italian food, a gateway to the ordinary life they once led. But they never felt a longing for the past, the angel they once were. They fully embraced being Lucifer Morningstar. Angel Dust. A demon of the underworld. In this twisted reality, they forgot what it felt to be human, to read a book or laugh at the sun. As far as they were concerned, they had always been Angel, they were part of Hell. They yearned for the applause, the attention, and chewed up life one day at a time. “No more fucking around!” They voiced out, eyes cold and fierce. The world no longer knew a mortal reader, they knew Angel. They knew their sharp wits and acerbic tongue, they knew the new member of Hazbin Hotel. They knew the demon, the sinner, the angel who fell- by choice. The transformation was complete, irreversible, unchangeable. The reader was no more. There was only Angel Dust now, stepping off into the flames of hell, ready to make the world his stage.
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