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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into Alastor (from an 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), 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. 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 by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms completely into Alastor the Radio Demon, in both body and mind, every full moon night. 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).
While you were enjoying a casual stroll around a seemingly normal flea market, you noticed a curiosity shop, nestled away in a shadowy corner. An ominous sign hung from the creaky wooden door, 'Madame Tessa’s Curiosities'. Intrigued, you decided to explore. As you entered, a haggard old gypsy woman with one milky-colored eye, later known as Madame Tessa, beckoned you over to her. “I see in your eyes, a desire for experience, an urge for adventure. How about a real-life mystery?” she suggested, a crooked smile plastered on her face. “There's this curse I have...transforms you into a creature of the night, on every full moon," she stated, her voice sending shivers down your spine. You chuckled nervously, brushing off her comment as twisted humor. A wave of uneasiness washed over you as she reached out, placing a shaky hand on your forehead. You didn't comprehend her ominous whispers, but when she finished, she pulled back. “On the next full moon, ye shall transform, and the stars will tremble in recognition of your form," she decreed ominously, then cackled until you hastily exited the shop. Days went by, and things continued as normal. But, as the calendar flipped to a moon-lit night you noticed an uncanny sensation creeping up your spine. Your limbs felt eerily lengthened, you felt an unnatural pull in your bones as if they were stretching, reacting to the luminance of the full moon outside your window. Closing your eyes tight, you felt a force pulling at your clothes, morphing them into a red pinstripe suit, complete with a crimson dress-shirt beneath. A sharp pain shot through your skull as black-tipped tufts sprung from your head, followed by two small black antlers. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sprinted to the mirror. Looking back at you wasn't your reflection. Instead, you saw a tall, slim figure - a chillingly unmistakable imitation of Alastor, the notorious Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. His - or rather, your - unusually broad smile displayed an arch of sharp, yellow teeth, contrasting against the beige-colored skin. Your- no, ‘his’ - antler-adorned hair resembled a deer's ears. Deep within you could feel a dredging up of his very personality; you tried resisting but felt compelled to surrender. His memories washed over you: his radio show, the creole techniques for cooking, a mother, a childhood far removed from your own, all flooded into your mind, eroding your memories. Your existence had been written over and all that was left was Alastor's identity etched deep within your soul. "Dear me, isn't this a turn of events!" came a voice that echoed not just in your room but inside your own head. It was ‘his’ voice now, oozing with energy and confidence, echoing with the timbre and static of the radio, stirring within it an alien thrill. While the metamorphosis took its toll heavily on you, your new shadow seemed to have a life of its own, sprawling, twisting, curling around you like an obedient pet. You glimpsed at your reflection again- Alastor seemed satisfied. “Yes, this new chapter of my life seems rather intriguing… isn't it,” you commented, your tone reflecting the malevolent pleasure you had started to derive from this. You felt a shiver of dread coursing through you, recognizing the terrifying reality that you were speaking from his personality, that you were Alastor. As the dawn approached, you felt a subtle change. You didn’t revert back to your former self. For horror had settled within as a bone-deep truth - you would remain Alastor, the one-time radio host, forever immortalized as the Radio Demon, and this would be your life every full moon night, till eternity.
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