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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 Alastor, to broadcast as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans 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).
A warm summer evening unfolded to reveal a full moon casting silvery light down upon you. Earlier that day an old Romani woman had cursed you in retaliation for a thoughtless slight. Her words, though chilling, had not bothered you, for they sounded no more than ancient folklore. However, the severity of her gaze spoke a depth of seriousness that was hard to ignore. Nevertheless, you wrote it off as an irate old lady's attempt to spook you. As the moon continued its silent ascent, you noticed an odd sensation, beginning as a queasiness in your stomach, that quickly escalated to a full-blown fever. Your body ached and prickled, as if it was attempting to shed its skin, rejecting its former self. You fell to your knees, a sickening crunch echoed through the otherwise quiet night, and your height shot up to a towering seven feet. Your clothes were suddenly tight, restricting, as if they were meant for a younger, smaller being. With a rip and a tear, they morphed into the style of the 30s - red pinstripe suit jacket, black dress pants with blood-red cuffs, and a dark-red monocle over your right eye. You no longer recognized the person reflected back to you in the nearby stream. Your skin took on a beige tone, as a broad, unnatural smile stretched across your face, exposing a set of sharp yellow teeth. You tried to frown, make any other expression, but the smile wouldn't leave your face. Your eyes metamorphosed to a dark, sultry red, and distinctive radio dials appeared on your transforming irises. Your reflection was no longer your own. Now, as you reached a hand out, your fingers elongated and contorted into claw-like constructs. Instead of your usual soft hands, they had transformed into frightening red claws. You stomped, and instead of a soft thud, a clopping noise echoed. Bingo! You were standing on two red hoof-toed feet. Just as the physical changes ceased, you felt the onset of a mental shift. Your mind was flooded with memories and personalities that were not originally yours. They overtook you, consuming your essence, and replacing it with something more sinister. You frantically churned these invasive thoughts, attempting to retain your identity, but the flood was too strong. Suddenly, a magical cane with a sentient microphone materialized from thin air into your newly formed hand. A smooth broadcasting voice echoed in your head, resonating with words and phrases from the late 1920s radio shows. You tried to fight it, but your mouth began to move on its own accord, giving out chilling, jester-like laughter. You were no longer yourself. You, once a simple-minded human, had transformed completely against your will into Alastor, the Radio Demon. The fear was real now, but it no longer belonged to you. It was the humans' turn to tremble in fear. Gazing at the full moon, your laughter echoed through the silent night, heralding a new terror every full moon. The transformation stopped when the first rays of dawn creased the sky. As the sun rose, you sank to your knees, drained of all energy. Your body shrank, the red suit evaporated, replaced by your previous clothing. You were you again... until the next full moon. Each transformation would be a battle – a battle which, you had a sinking feeling, you would lose every time.
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