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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with clothes change, age progression, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
With a yawn and a stretch of his short, chubby limbs, our eight-year-old Reader plucked a colorful book from his shelf - "The Wild World of Imagination." Curled up in bed on a sleepy Sunday afternoon, the Reader opened the book to a random page, revealing a section titled "The Unpredictable Life of An Imp." The words began to shimmer on the page, glowing brighter and brighter. This bizarre sight held the Reader engrossed, his eyes widening in disbelief. But he did not close the book or call for his parents; instead, the innocent curiosity of an eight-year-old kept him fixated on the strange spectacle before him. As the glow flared intensely, a sudden burst of red smoke erupted from the book, enveloping the entire room. His cries for help were muffled, the smoke thick and heavy, muffling all sound. His bedroom was completely transformed; gone was his cozy Teddy bear-laden bedroom. In its place, an elaborate luxurious office, with crimson-red drapes and an extravagant antique desk. The smoke dissipated, revealing the Reader standing in front of a full-body mirror. But his reflection had undergone a transformation. Staring back at him was a menacing-looking imp, with white hair, black and white striped horns, yellow sclera, and a crooked tail with white accents. His little boyish clothes had become a high-collar red shirt and a navy blue coast with red buttons, complete with black and red-heeled dress shoes. What was once an innocent eight-year-old, was now an imposing figure, resembling the image of Crimson from the Helluva Boss series. He was no longer a young boy. He stood tall, older, embodying Crimson's powerful and intimidating aura. His mind started to race - 'This isn't real. I need Mum and Dad!' But these thoughts soon started to fade. Fresh memories, drenched in power, money, and fear-inducing moments began to flood in. The boy struggled to fight off these intrusive memories of a life coated in organized crime, betrayal, and mistreatment. But his struggles proved futile. His body felt an unnatural pull, adhering to the rhythm of his new reality. The boy’s childish personality was slowly chipped away piece by piece, replaced by cold, ruthless characteristics. The jovial warmth of the eight-year-old was replaced by slick charisma, cruel intentions and manipulative mastery. Puzzle pieces of a foreign life fell into place neatly in his mind, all signs of his previous life slowly faded away. "One should never forget where they came from, eh?" He tilted his new black fedora, the boy’s soft voice had transformed into a rough, robust tone. But the irony of his statement drowned in the seeming joy of his new-found dominance. Slowly, he recognized himself only as Crimson, forgetting all about his past life as a Human. Every scream for help made by the boy in the mirror was silenced by the echo of laughter from the intimidating imp leader. "A boy no more," He lit a cigar, a broad, sinister grin splitting his face, "Crimson, forever." A parting laugh filled the room, the chilling sound of his past life’s timid attempts for survival disappearing amidst his growing glee and satisfaction. His transformation was permanent and irreversible. With the last piece of his human life stripped away, Crimson adjusted his black fedora, ventured into his transformed world, ready to rule with an iron fist, marked by merciless cruelty and ruthless charisma.
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