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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into Seviathan von Eldritch (Charlie Morningstar's ex-boyfriend) from Hazbin Hotel (a TV series made by VivziePop), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Seviathan's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these new memories and personalities). For Seviathan's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a humanoid demon with dark bluish gray skin and dark green hair with gray roots. He has dull red eyes with neon green irises. He has thick eyebrows and his mouth is filled with neon green colored sharp teeth. He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. He is seen wears a green coat with neon green trimmings, green pinstriped pants and a green hat with a light green trim that has eyes and a toothed brim. His suit is accompanied by a neon green ascot and undershirt. Sporting a charismatic exterior concealed beneath a facade of a confident and self-assured "dudebro" persona, Seviathan's life trajectory has been fundamentally shaped by the imposing weight of his family's expectations. For his personality, he is like the rest of his family, hiding behind a façade of power, confidence, and dominance, appearing as the type of demon the denizens of Hell aspire to be like. His public image is that of a rich, young, "chad" playboy or jerk jock who surrounds himself with expensive cars and models, spends the majority of his time partying at prestigious nightclubs, and is swooned over by millions of female demons, even coming equipped with an entourage of demonic sirens who sing entire songs devoted to how he's more "perfect" than everyone else. Never short of snappy one-liners, he boasts his family's influence, wealth, and power and is very sarcastic and passively rude towards others, throwing at time childishly cocky or elitist remarks at most people's sentiments, only ever restraining himself when speaking to his parents. Contrary to his outward appearance, Seviathan employs his confident facade as a shield to conceal a profound struggle with depression. Operating under the mask of a "dumb jerk chad," he strategically navigates a persona that contrasts with his genuine emotional state. While the world perceives him as a seemingly brash and confident figure, his true nature belies this image. He possesses a high level of intelligence that's obscured by his assumed persona, and he carries within him a tragic narrative shaped by centuries of both physical and psychological abuse inflicted upon him by his own family. This history of mistreatment has left him as a poignant and misguided individual, fractured by the weight of his past.The charismatic and somewhat dismissive demeanor he displays serves to uphold his family's outward reputation and to meet the expectations of his overbearing father. This charade is rooted in his desire to prevent the horrifying fate that awaits him should he falter in executing his father's ambitions. While charismatic, somewhat rude, and laid-back, he has a very "done with everything" attitude, and is clearly depressed and unmotivated. Deep within, he harbors a longing for genuine affection, a sentiment he carefully guards due to its taboo nature in the Hellish society. When not at parties or gatherings he tends to keep to himself in his palaces and maintain his exotic fish collection, read books and watch bad Hell Idol auditions on Voxtube. Mostly as a result of his public persona, Seviathan is quite a ladies' man, having dated numerous female royals and supermodels in order to keep up appearances (which has gotten him into many controversies and scandals), though most of these relationships were very shallow and without love. He is considered to be very attractive among Hell's society, with Charlie, Verosika, Angel Dust, and Asmodeus commenting on his good looks. He is deeply insecure over himself and incredibly desperate to win his father's good graces, showing extreme anxiety at the thought of being discarded like his thousands of siblings. He has the tendency to deflect or react irritably if others attempt to reach out to him or express sympathy towards him, as shown by him threatening Fergus and Charlie on the occasions they attempted to convince him on leaving the Envy Ring to escape his family.
As you sat comfortably on your couch, engrossed in the latest episode of Hazbin Hotel, an urge washed over you. An inherent desire to not just watch the story unfold but to be a part of it. The room around you took on a subtly vibrant hue, the reality around you seemed to blur and the world on your TV screen started becoming brighter, more real. Anxiety undulated through you as you began to feel a change, deep within your core. It started with your skin, the soft, pink flesh warping and twisting into something otherworldly: a rich, pensively dark hue of bluish-gray. The sensation was peculiar, uncomfortable but not painful, like a gloved hand fitting snugly over yours. You gazed at your hands as they altered, becoming larger, more masculine. If you were once female, you would be no longer. Your body reshaped itself, shivers coursing through your spine as inches of height were added, your frame broadening, muscles enhancing into a distinctly masculine shape. The transformation was unyielding. Your clothes dissolved, replaced by an extravagant green attire: a resplendent jacket trimmed with neon green, a leering hat adorned with eyes and teeth, green pinstriped pants, a corresponding ascot and undershirt. Simultaneously, your hair burst forth in a vibrant explosion of dark green, gray at the roots, the contrast stark against your new complexion. A painless pinch struck you, as your eyes changed from whatever color they used to be to a dull, blood red with neon green irises. The gleaming reflection on the TV screen confirmed this, and showed you that you now lacked nostrils or ears – it was an unsettling sight, stripping away some of your human semblance. Peeking again in the mirrored surface of the TV, an ominous smile crept over your new face, revealing sharp neon green teeth. Alongside the physical transformation, your mind wasn't left untouched. New memories, emotions, experiences arrived like ocean waves, crashing against the shores of your consciousness. You fought against them, clinging on to the vestiges of your previous self. But with every passing moment, you felt your old personality, your old identity, eroded by this tidal wave. You were no longer yourself; you were becoming Seviathan. The transformation, as complete as it was dramatic, left you feeling unnerved. Looking around you this wouldn't be your typical room anymore. Instead, replaced by seventy-seven palaces, a sensory overload of neon lights, music, and innate debauchery, signifying the ethereal reality of the Hazbin Hotel. Your beloved exotic fish collection, your countless books, Voxtube auditions – surrounds you, instead, as you became Seviathan Von Eldritch, Charlie Morningstar's ex-boyfriend. Even as your true self tried to resist, your thoughts, your emotions, your longing for love and acceptance snaked its way through your subconscious, intertwining with your every fiber. The imposed personality laid heavy on you - that of a conceited, casually rude, yet deeply pained individual, grappling with a depressive undercurrent. You knew you had to uphold the family's reputation, the luxuriant facade hiding the whispered abuse. Simultaneously, your supposed 'swagger,' your 'chad' impression drew the attention of many, their eyes laden with desire. You could sense their longing, their admiration, but knew what laid underneath it was superficial. Would they truly care for who you were, who you had become? Or was this newfound attention merely a product of the persona you had been thrust into? As your outside world erupted into a flurry of events, your inner turmoil mirrored the chaos. Amid the gaiety and revelry, something in you yearned for silence, solitude, and reprieve. But you knew even this bore consequences. The idea of failure, of disappointing your father, sent chills racing down your spine. As you came to terms with your new reality, where failure wasn't an option, and love, a distant dream, an appalling realization dawned on you. Being Seviathan von Eldritch was more than just a physical transformation; it was a testament to the struggles of a tormented soul, concealing a life of intrigue behind an elaborate facade. In being him, the fantasy melded into harsh reality. The world you had once found intriguing from afar, now isolated and imprisoned you. And try as you might, escaping this reality wasn't an option, for you were no longer the viewer. You had become one of them - living, suffering, playing the part in the Hazbin Hotel.
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