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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a 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 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 the mortal human, even claiming to scared mortal humans that he is "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor") 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 and their souls from the mortal world every night on Earth 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).
The evening crept over the horizon, and you couldn't help but feel an odd sense of anticipation. The curse the old gypsy woman had spoken of echoed in your mind, but you'd pushed it aside as nonsense. That is until the moon began to rise. It was full, casting its brilliant glow down on the world. A tickle started at the base of your spine, prickling and spreading. You'd dismissed it as paranoia; after all, curses weren't real, right? Something, however, was happening to you; something you had no power or control to stop. A wave of panic washed over you as your body throbbed uncontrollably. Your heart pounded in a rhythm you hardly recognized, sending shocks of adrenaline coursing through your veins. The world around you seemed to blur as the clothes you were wearing morphed, changing, turning into a red pinstripe suit, complete with dark-red lapels piped with white, ragged along the hem. A red shirt was beneath it, marked by a black cross on your chest, and black pants with red cuffs. A knot formed in your stomach as you realized your height was increasing, shooting up to a daunting 7 feet tall. Suddenly, your reflection took on a more dapper appearance. Your skin changed to a beige hue, your body becoming unnaturally thin—all but for the broad shoulders. Sharp, yellow teeth were exposed with every word you spoke, forming an unsettling broad smile that stretched from cheek to cheek. Your hair was different too, a new shade of pinkish-red appeared, cropped into an angled bob. Your eyes... They were different. Dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises, and thin black pupils. Your heart was beating deafeningly loud in your ears as you took in the red clawed fingers at the ends of your hands, red hoofed toes at the end of your legs. A monocle adorned your vision over your right eye, and in your hand was a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached. Your attempts to fight these changes were futile. Not only was your body changing, but your thoughts, your memories, your very essence was shifting to someone else. The charming man known to many as Alastor, the Radio Demon. Somehow, you found yourself understanding matters that you'd never studied before. You could recite the history of 1929's Stock Market Crash; you knew how to create a delicious Jambalaya just like your mother used to make. You were speaking fluent English with a hint of broken Creole French at times. You found a newfound love for grandiose theatrical shows, the sound of tap dancing, and strong liquor. On the other hand, contemporary technology, sweet food, and especially dogs were irksome to you. An entirely new world unfurled; one you'd never known nor expected. You'd been cursed alright. You were no longer a simple, average human being. Now, you were the Radio Demon, Alastor, broadcasting your voice and the horrors of what you'd become. Every full moon night, you bore this new identity, your humanity discarded, forgotten. Underneath the eerie glow of the moon, you'd roam as 'WereAlastor', both terrifying and enchanting. You had transitioned, morphed into an existence beyond fathomable. This was the harsh reality of the curse you'd ignorantly scoffed at. You were no longer you, only Alastor remained. Each full moon night, you made your presence known, you broadcasted your voice across the land and claimed, "I am WereAlastor, the Radio Demon." terrorizing any mortal who dared to cross your path. Life, as you'd known, was a long-forgotten dream. You were the Radio Demon now, living his endless nightmare.
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