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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of between 7 and 18 years old) turning into Alastor the Radio Demon (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to an adult and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he's about 7 feet tall), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Alastor, even trying to call the parents for help during the transformation). For Alastor's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), 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 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. 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.
Sudden sensations punctuate your reality. A peculiar sense of change, as if there’s a radio station being tuned within you, static buzzing, dial spinning. First, there’s an uncomfortable stretching. You look down to see your scrawny body elongating, your puny t-shirt and shorts struggling to conceal the drastic transformation. As your torso lengthens, your clothes flow into an elegant pinstripe red coat, ragged along the bottom hem, a bright red dress shirt underneath with a black cross emblazoned on the chest, and long black pants with matching cuffs. Growing pains shoot through your legs and arms, the bony limbs stretching upwards, towering towards the seven feet mark. You watch as your fingers morph into the monstrous form of Alastor's, red and claw-like. An unexpected shudder jolts down your spine as dual black-tipped antlers sprout from the crown of your head. You feel your footwear change into the snug confines of black pointed-toe boots, with a hint of shock when you realise there are actual deer hoofprints on the soles. The skinny jeans you had on previously evaporate, replaced by dress pants of a matching hue. One hand drifts up instinctively to touch your face, and recoils in alarm at the feel of a wide, static grin, unnaturally imprinted with sharp yellow teeth. Your other hand, trembling slightly, locates a sprawling set of dark-red antlers embedded in your bob-cut hair, and you wince at the sharp prickles. Changes seep deeper, altering the very essence of you. Memories of algebra tests, TV cartoons, arguments with your parents - they dissolve like an old photograph submerged in water, replaced by scenes of all-consuming power, a dark underworld full of infernal challenges and gritty reality. Your boyhood shrinks away, disappearing like a mist under the blazing sun. You sense a growing arrogance within you, a resounding voice echoing in your head, your tongue twisting around a transatlantic accent, language changing just like the physical changes, old-fashioned phrases slipping off it with ease. You feel a pull towards the anachronistic, a longing for "the picture show", a distant memory entices you – a certain demon belle you fondly refer to as Charlie. Between one gasp and the next, your perspective shifts entirely, shedding boyhood innocence to acquire a dandyish, yet dark charm. The static drone in your mind drowns out every memory you had of yourself. Past connections disconnect completely as your mind takes on a new persona. Now, you could barely recall picking the phone to call for help, your previous life feels like a dream fading, only to be replaced by the inescapable harsh reality as Alastor, the Radio Demon. Standing before the mirror, you clutch a thin cane topped with a sentient vintage microphone, your new eyes with their dark-red sclerae and bright-red irises, are focused on the dapper demon in the glass. You see no trace of the boy, only Alastor. Alastor who stands tall and proud, grinning a monstrous grin, resident of hell.
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