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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, the same age as Alastor's exact age as Alastor, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 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). 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. 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 Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both the body (even unable to stop smiling against his/her will) and the mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending off the new personality and memories), thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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).
The scent of sulfur and the malaise of Hell's ambiance surrounded you as suddenly you were no longer in the comfortable surroundings of your room. Panic spiked through your senses, and you looked around frantically, trying to think, to make sense of the sudden unnerving environment. "Quite a change of scene, wouldn’t you say?" An eerie voice echoed from behind you, causing you to spin around with a start. There, grinning broadly at you, was Alastor - the Radio Demon himself. "No need to fret, friend! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel – Hell’s premier rehabilitation center for wayward souls like ours!" Alastor's gramophone-record voice hummed promisingly around you, a hint of mischief visible in his beaming, feral grin. You tried to back away, but found your feet rooted to the ground through some unknown, supernatural force. "And now for the grand transformation!" Alastor declared theatrically with a flourish of his hand. A sharp wave of excruciating pain surged through your body, forcing a choked gasp from you as Alastor's magic began to take effect. With a shocking intensity, your proportions shifted to mimic those of the demon; thin torso, long limbs, broad shoulders. Your height was heightened to an unnatural seven feet, and your skin tone began to change into a peculiar beige color. All the surroundings blurred as his magic rippled the fabric of your reality with its warped oddity. As the physical change subsided, you probed your sharp teeth with your tongue, running your gloved hands over the rough material of your newfound pinstriped coat. You blinked, your eyes seeing the world in hues of red, your brain receiving signals of new abilities you never knew existed. You felt stronger, more powerful but at the same time a wave of nostalgia washed over you. Memories that weren't yours invaded your viewpoint. Alastor's lifetime flowed through your mind with such urgency that despite all your attempts, you couldn't push them away. You felt your own memories, your personality, your very being, overwritten by Alastor's experiences. It was a bit like falling asleep; the slow drifting of your old self into the abyss of forgotten identities, replaced by a persona foreign yet familiar. "Intriguing, isn't it?" Alastor chuckled, his abnormally broad smile never leaving his face. "Now you are no longer the fearful human reader but rather, an impressive clone of moi!" Panic subsided, replaced by acceptance and amusement. You chuckled, the sound unnervingly reminiscent of Alastor’s. You ran a hand through your bob-cut hair, fingers grazing the tiny antlers with curiosity. A sense of power radiated from you, invigorating you, making you feel more alive than you’ve ever felt. As you surveyed your surroundings once more with your new demonic eyes, you realized - you were not the reader anymore. You were the Radio Demon, an entity filled with wiggly chaos and charming malevolence. A part of you wanted to claw back, to return to your own identity, but those feelings were tiny, shriveling up like an insignificant worm under the overpowering dominance of your new persona. "Ready to have some fun now, aren’t we, Alastor?" You heard yourself say, the words echoing in the cool air of Hell. The Radio Demon’s distinctive grin widened as he looked at you, his identical twin, his clone, his new brother in all aspects. You gazed back at Alastor, your eyes betraying none of the confusion you were feeling, for you were no longer aware of it. Your identity had merged with that of Alastor, your past self completely forgotten, a new, immortal life stretching out before you. And for the first time since your transformation, you felt genuinely thrilled, ready to understand the reality of Hell, with the perspective of a demon who’s seen it all. With a wave of his cane, Alastor led you away into the depths of hell, to introduce you to a life that was no longer yours, but one that was still somehow, unfamiliarly, home.
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