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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making both of them completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. 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 hoofed toes and red 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. 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 voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, 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. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader and the friend/sibling a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap both the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers (the reader and the sibling/friend tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but are fighting a losing battle and their minds been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Title: Resonance of The Radiant Demon Just another evening spent browsing the internet, you and your sibling nestled into the warmth of your shared home. The two of you, trapped in a never-ending cycle of Hazbin Hotel fanaticism. Alastor has always fascinated you both. His unique charm and charisma infused with his powerful demonic attributes were truly mesmerizing. Suddenly, your laptop flickers off, provoking a manifestation. A shiver travels down your spines as the room fills with a palpable, electrifying energy. Out of thin air, the unmistakable figure of Alastor appears before the two of you - toothy grin on his face. "Well, what do we have here?" Alastor announces, his transatlantic accent echoing in the now eerily silent room. He appraises the two of you in silent amusement before his grin widens. "How very dull this mortal world is; however, it seems we might not be alone in sharing that sentiment!" Alastor soon unfolds his chilling plan, a lesson for you and your sibling who he felt were perdurably attached to this 'distasteful' habit of twisting characters in stories. Abhorring such transgressions, he decides only a firsthand transformation will set you straight. Raising his cane with the sentient microphone, he issues his decree, "Time for a change in scenery, darlings!" Suddenly, a swirling, inky abyss opens, pulling you both into the world of Hazbin Hotel. The fearless grin wiped off your face, replaced with fear as the reality of your new situation sinks in. Within moments, a sweeping wave of black magic engulfs both of you. Your clothes morphing as your bodies begin to adapt to the distinct persona of Alastor, sprouting antlers, red-lined eyes flickering with unsettling charm, the clothes mirroring his style right down to the hoof symbol on the shoes. The worst part, however, is the battle within your mental plane. Your once-familiar thoughts, desires, and memories get wiped clean and replaced with Alastor's. "This is...not right..." you try to protest, your voice a mirror of Alastor's, the transatlantic accent cementing the reality of your transformation. To your left, your sibling is giving an equal fight, but it was evident you both were losing. Alastor watches your futile struggles in amusement. "Oh the naivety," he scoffs. "This is a lesson well learned, don't you think?" As the fight wanes, memories of your old life grow dimmer and dimmer, replaced with sharp images of Alastor’s life – of jazz, chaos, demonstrations of power. All too soon, you both are an exact replica of Alastor. "There, isn't this a grand improvement?" Alastor grins wider, amusement dancing across his chilly red eyes, satisfied with the transformation. In the end, you both stand there with matching grins on your newly formed faces- identical to Alastor's in every detail. A chill runs down your spines as you finally embrace the new reality, fully Alastor in body and mind, an unnerving smirk playing on your lips as your defiant stance matches Alastor’s perfectly. "Well, isn't this entertaining?" Alastor's grin displaying satisfaction, his laughter echoing throughout the Hell, a tormenting reminder of the lesson he had given. A lesson you and your sibling will remember for eternity, if only as the unforgettable Alastor.
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