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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into Alastor (from the 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), voice change, 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. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. 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/thinks by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms (against his/her will) completely into Alastor the Radio Demon, in both body and mind, every full moon night (the reader tries to fight back all the changes and call for help, but to no avail), leaving the reader, now Alastor (known as Were-Alastor due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night), to broadcast as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans every night when the moon is full. 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).
Alastor the Radio Demon POV Transformation Story A tremor of cold chill sends shivers up your spine, making you tremble from head to toe. The full moon is out, and you've never been more alone. Only the warning words of the old gypsy woman who had cursed you come back to you - haunting, full of foretelling. But you'd laughed then, thrown caution to the wind; it's not like you believed in curses, magical powers, or transformation. Only now, as the night sky dances with the moon, your laughter dies in your throat. Your body tenses, feeling your muscles twisting, twitching, and writhing under your skin. Your vents can barely suck in the air as cold sweat drips down your temples. The pain is unimaginable, but these aren't the only surprises waiting for you tonight. Every cell in your body seems to be renewing itself, and you feel yourself growing taller, your limbs and torso unnaturally thin and lanky. Though every instinct screams at you to fight it, your fingerprints have already faded into hard, red talons, followed by a peculiarly dapper red pinstripe coat that's forming onto your skin. Now towering at an astonishing height of 7 feet, you hunch over, half wolf, half human, half ... something entirely else. You run to a mirror, your own reflection terrified and terrified. Beige skin, longer limbs, antlers sprouting from your head, it's all too alien. But the sight of sharp yellow teeth smiling back at you sends icy tremors down your spine. Suddenly a mechanical voice rings in your ears; it's odd, as if someone's speaking through old radio waves. You clamp your hands over your ears, the voice becomes louder, overpowering every thought, every memory of your life as it flashes before your eyes. Overwhelmed by this demonic voice, you begin to lose your sense of self as 'Alastor's' personality takes over. Fighting the memories and persona is futile. The life you had, the friends, the dreams, everything that you once were, is lost amid the static. And before long, you can't remember who you once were. All you know is that you're Alastor, the Radio Demon, immortal and heretically powerful. Every full moon night, you take over the world of Hell's broadcasting frequency, tormenting the night with your shenanigans while relishing the chase of your next meal. The humans hold little chance against your supernatural abilities, and soon, they become sideshows for your amusement. You've been cursed to live another life that's not yours, under the witness of the full moon every night. But as Alastor, it's not like you care. The gypsy’s curse ceases to be a curse; in fact, every full moon, you eagerly welcome the transformation. You're the charismatic, the terrifying Alastor. And that's all there is. No trace of your past life exists within your memory, only the siren call of the Radio Demon rings through the air as you take over the broadcasting waves. Amid all the chaos, one thing's for certain. The days of your human existence are gone. Now, you're Alastor, the Radio Demon. The universe has made sure that every fiber of your being knows that. And in the silence of your heart, you’ve come to accept that. The loss morphs into a peculiar acceptance, and bit by bit, Alastor's shoes seem to be the right fit. After all, wasn’t it what fate wished for? As Alastor, you smirk at your reflection in the mirror. The gypsy’s gift of transformation isn't a practical joke - it's a blessing in disguise. Welcome reality, Alastor. Your reign has begun.
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