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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, 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, 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 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. Like all imps, he lacks visible ears or nostrils. 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. Crimson has a short reptilian-looking muzzle and all of his 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.
It was an ordinary Tuesday when I picked up a random comic book from a dusty corner in a thrift shop; its cover art featuring an imposing figure called Crimson. This devilish character from the Helluva Boss series seemed stereotypically archetypal, but there was something eerily intriguing about it. All of a sudden, I was swallowed by a strange tingling sensation sweeping through my body. A spectacle of unimaginable color, sound, and light unfolded around me, as if I was slipping right through reality. The transformation was swift and undeniably painful. It felt as if my bones were being rearranged under the pressure of a vehement whirlwind. Ever had that nightmare of losing teeth? Turns out the reverse of that was just as horrifying. I could feel my teeth transforming into sharp fangs, one of them turning into a golden fang piercing my tongue. Looking down, my hands were replaced with four-fingered, red, clawed ones—my skin now a darker shade of red. Next came the wave of searing pain as my size expanded, standing closer in height to a door frame. My hair whitened and horns began to protrude from my skull—black and white stripes weaving up their lengths. I screamed, or at least I tried, but my voice was now a horrifying, guttural growl. Noticing something at the peripherals of my vision, I almost stumbled while realizing the monster in the mirror was me, marked with white lines around my yellow, beastly eyes. I had a crooked, bent tail with white accents. Even my legs transformed; my feet turning into cloven hooves like an abyssal parody of some horrible satyr. A strange influence clothed me in an outfit that felt intimidating. A flashy red high-collar shirt clinging to my neck, followed by a navy blue coat with light blue accents and thin red stripes. The dark blue pants similarly striped and red-heeled dress shoes felt oddly formal. To complete the look, a black fedora with a red and white band materialized perched on my head. Then came the mental onslaught. Crimson's vile personality corroded into my consciousness—crowding, contaminating, and worst of all, becoming mine. I tried to hold onto my human mind, my human spirit, but one-by-one all that was me and I was—you—our memories, feelings, and personality traits were replaced by this monster's psyche. It felt like watching your life's movie slowly being replaced with someone else's. Each second erased something about us and in its place appeared Crimson, until there was no memory of a "you." Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by shark-like demon gangsters. They knelt in front of me, swearing their loyalty. I smirked, “Good. Remember, Loyalty is repaid in protection. Treason with death.”. Gazing around, I saw house decorations made of what seemed to be severed body parts. I admired them... I actually admired them. Echoes of who we were screamed in vehement denial but with each passing second, those echoes faded into a lover's whisper—then silence. I had completely lost. Crimson was all that was left. The transformation was complete, permanent, and irreversible. It was a harsh reality; colder and more heart-wrenching than any winter could ever be. As horrid as that was, that was me now — resplendent in appearance, a terrifying figure, an imp with unbridled power. I turned away from the mirror as my voice boomed at the minions, declaring, "Get back to work." No trace of remorse laced my words because for the first time, the reality finally crashed into me - I was the Helluva Boss, an imp leader of demons stirring fear in all. Obliterated was the memory of my past identity, what stood here now was Crimson, and Crimson alone, forever.
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