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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into Alastor (from the adults cartoon/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, 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 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 him), 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 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 an evil gypsy woman to transform into a demonic creature every full moon night; however, the reader just laughs off and believes that it was just a lady doing a scary yet silly prank. Just days later, at one night, however, when the moon is full, the reader undergoes a transformation. But he/she does not transform into a werewolf as he/she initially believes/thinks by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms (against his/her will) completely into 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, but to no avail), leaving the reader now completely transformed into Alastor (known as Were-Alastor due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night). Alastor, formerly the human reader, now broadcasts throughout the mortal realm (Earth) as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans from that world every night when the moon is full. 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).
You open your eyes, shaking your head as you try to clear the fog clouding your mind. An odd sound, like a crackling radio, fills your ears. You ignore it for the moment, focusing instead on the bizarre situation you find yourself in. The woman had seemed normal enough when you first crossed paths, just an everyday person with a peculiar gleam in her eye. When she held out her hand towards you and began to utter strange words in a foreign language, you laughed, thinking it was a harmless prank. Today is the full moon. As it rises from the sky, you feel an itch crawling up your spine. Suddenly, something unnatural starts to occur within your body. It feels as if a foreign entity is taking root in your soul, overpowering and dominating your own weak human spirit. Your body convulses, your features contort. You gasp as your height begins to increase, your body lengthening and stretching until you tower over your surroundings at seven feet. The sensation is not painful, yet the shock of it, the utter *surreality*, leaves you trembling. Looking down, you see your clothes start to warp and twist, changing from the simple garments you put on this morning into something more elaborate: a dapper suit mixed with intricate designs, a vibrant red that matches the color of blood under a full moon. Then come your physical features. Your skin fades to a creamy beige as if someone has applied a layer of makeup to your face. A pair of black, pointed antlers sprouts from your scalp, they're a strange thing to get used to, but before you know it, the abnormal appendages become a part of you, just like your arms and legs. Your eyes - those windows to your soul - suddenly shift colors. Gone is their normal hue, replaced with a dark-red sclerae and bright-red irises. Staring at your reflection in the glossy black windowpane, you see your face warp into a permanent, unnervingly wide grin. With a newfound lankiness, your slender fingers feel oddly claw-like as they wrap around an object: a cane with a vintage microphone at the top. The sensation stirs within you a sense of familiarity that you can't place. But the changes aren't just physical. With each passing second, your mind is filling up with infrequent thoughts, memories, and feelings that aren't yours. An intense urge to dance to sweet jazz tunes, the satisfaction of cooked venison, memories of a mundane old-timey radio job. Despite your best attempts to hold onto your own thought-process, your own memories, they're gradually supplanted by another. Someone else's laughter bubbles up from your chest; a sound that is unfamiliar to your ears, yet feels completely natural, as your newly changed mind accepts these 'foreign' thoughts as its own. "I never did like dogs," you hear yourself say out loud. But isn't that strange? You've always loved dogs. Suddenly, a voice speaks up from deep within your thoughts, resonating through the air with a vintage radio-like quality. It's voice deep and playful, yet holds an undertone of malevolence. "Well, aren't we spruced up? Now *this* will be entertaining!" The transformation is complete. You, who used to be a normal human, are fully transformed into Alastor the Radio Demon, your body and mind no longer belonging to yourself, but now fully possessed by the radio entertainer of Hell. And as the moon is high in the sky casting an eerie glow over the world, you can feel a sinister glee rushing through your veins. Tonight, and every other full moon night, you are Alastor - ready to broadcast your dark deeds and feast on mortal souls.
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