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A Transformative Journey: From Mortal Reader to Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel's Enigmatic Sinner Demon

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Question: Write a transformation story of the 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) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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Your transformation starts with an abrupt change. Everything about you, the user, begins to warp and shift in ways you never thought possible. Your gender flips, your body morphs and your mental state starts deteriorating, slipping into a new persona. You feel completely and utterly terrified, resisting the change with all your might, but to no avail. Your hands, first to change, ripple and reshape themselves, your nails growing long and claw-like. You realise, staring at your new hands, that the changes are far from over. Your body follows suit quickly, morphing from an average human figure into a tall, slender form with small pops of a feminine curve. You grow rapidly, old clothes shredding as your height extends to 8 feet and more, rendering you more enormous than you could ever imagine. You’re not just tall - you're imposing, towering over everything else. As the world around you warps and twists, reality as you knew it gone, replaced by the Hellish corners of Hazbin Hotel, your mind fights this transformation, clinging on to your normality. You try to remember your name, your life, your family, but the memories swipe themselves clean, replaced by new ones, ones that don't belong to you. Your teeth sharpen into fine points, a golden fang prominent among them. Suddenly, your chest feels different - fluffier yet firm. You look at your reflection, seeing a figure resembling an Angel. Suddenly, another set of arms burst forth from your sides, a sharp pain that leaves as quickly as it comes. It's not enough, another set follows suit and you're left standing, gasping at the sight of six arms attached to your body. A mop of white, purplish-pink hair grows messy on your head. Your heart pounds in your now fur-covered chest. Your eyes examine themselves in the mirror. Four pairs of eyes, a mix of cherise-pink and yellow, stare back at you. A voice inside of you reminds you that you can summon another set of arms. Eight limbs in total. Your clothes, ragged and torn from the transformation, suddenly shift. You're now in a fancy light pink suit, with a miniskirt and thigh-high heeled boots. Deep down, you know you’ve fought the transformation with all you had, but it’s useless. It grips you tightly, like thick, unyielding chains and plunges you, headfirst, into the depths of an unfamiliar persona. You’re no longer the same person. You are Angel Dust. Your once sweet, innocent language is now filled with venom, with words so foul they'd make the sternest of people blush. You're outwardly brash, sarcastically dancing on the sharp edge of your humour, hidden insecurities buried deep down; revealed only to those who dared look closely enough. This is who you are now. Angel Dust. A sinner in Hell with a charming, flirtatious demeanor and a knack for getting into trouble. Despite everything, despite your best efforts to resist, your old life is forgotten. You're Angel Dust and you have a life in Hazbin Hotel to live. Or rather, survive. In the back of your mind, you hold on to a glimmer of redemption, small but significant. Only time can tell if you'd ever see that light, or if the plunge into darkness is as irreversible as your transformation. As Angel Dust, you murmur your first words, a statement that seals your acceptance and your fate. In a thick New York accent, slipping easily from your lips, you say, "Cheer up, buttercup. Life in Hell has just begun."

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Dec. 27, 2023, 11:49 p.m.

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Published: Wednesday, December 27, 2023

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