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Question: Write a transformation story of the human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
In a world much like our own, the reader had lived an ordinary life. However, lately, there was a peculiar sense of unease building up. Psychological disturbances followed by physical changes were becoming more apparent every passing day. Suddenly, the very reality seemed to warp and twist, giving way to a strange, but vivid world - a world teeming with sinners. The change began subtly, first starting with a mild itch that was replaced with a silk-like sensation against skin. Gradually, the skin had morphed into a coat of white and fluffy fur, but despite this change, the feeling was oddly comforting. Looking down, the body had elongated, gaining that almost-feminine curve, the stature gradually springing up to be over 8 feet tall. "I feel like a whole new person...What's happening?" the reader said, realizing the voice had deepened, exhibiting a distinct New York accent. Physical changes were followed by a mental shift - like an intrusive wave crashing onto the shore of consciousness, memories started to trickle away. For each lost memory, another sprouted up - Memories that were not of the human world, but instead, they were from the Hazbin Hotel. Despite the reader's desperate attempts to cling onto their human past, it slipped away like sand through fingers. "Who the hell am I?" the once reader muttered, running a new set of hands through the mop of pure white fur over their head. By now, the chest had also filled out, forming a noticeable prominence underneath the tightly pinned jacket. The visage in the mirror bore a striking reflection of the notorious Angel Dust, complete with extra limbs and cerise-pink dots under each eye. "Name's Angel Dust, huh?" the realization dawned, a slow spread of cerise pink over white fur. "Gotta say, it kinda rolls off the tongue. Suits me." Reality began to twist and warp around, turning into the sin-filled world of Hazbin Hotel. The once human reader was now Angel Dust through and through, and this transformation was irreversible. Angel Dust, despite the change, quickly got a grip on himself. "Eh, a demon in Hell, that's a new low." he remarked, an arrogant smirk playing on lips filled with sharp, pointed teeth. "But Hell, I like this place! Everyone's an ugly freak just like me." Emotionally, Angel was a lot more complex. He was streetwise and nonchalant, but not without a twenty-four-carat heart and troubled mental health bubbling beneath the flamboyant surface. "My wit is sharper than my teeth, darling!" he chuckled at his own jest, sarcasm oozing out. But beneath all the confidence and arrogance, a tiny glimmer of hope still held its ground, a hope for redemption, a hope for breaking free from Valentino's grasp. "I'm Angel Dust! A proud member of the Hazbin Hotel," he declared, although he barely remembered ever being a simple human from a different reality. For all he knew now, this was his life, and he was Angel Dust.
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