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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults 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, the same age as Alastor's exact age as Alastor, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, 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 his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulers 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 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 Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off, and is unable to stop smiling against his/her will), thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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).
As you sway slightly from one foot to another, an unsettling sense of dread weighs heavy in your stomach. Everything feels so surreal - reality abruptly distorted and warped like a dark twisted dream. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel Universe," Alastor, the Radio Demon, playfully announces, standing flawlessly in front of you with his unnaturally broad grin. The demonic figure’s height towers over your own, his slim form radiating an otherworldly aura. He gazes at you, his bright-red eyes glowing ominously, as if anticipating the confusion and fear coursing through your veins. You notice an odd excitement in his voice, a sparkle of twisted delight in his dark-red eyes. He manifests a glowing red symbol, an alien language etched into the air as he begins to spin his web of magic. There's a sensation of tingling that starts from your head and spread throughout your entire body, as if something is bubbling up from beneath your skin. You let out a gasp as you feel your senses spike. Your height soars, the world around you shrinking as you grow taller. Bones realign, your body tightens, slenderising into an unnaturally thin frame. As a wave of nausea passes over you, your skin morphs into a contemporary beige color. Your transformation was just beginning. Horror claims you, your heart pounding as you wanna fight back, but you can’t. You're trapped inside your own shifting body, a passenger in the bizarre spectacle occurring. Your hair shortens, cropping into a bob-cut as two black tufts stretch out from the top of your head, resulting in an uncanny resemblance to a deer's ears. As you glance to the side, seeing your reflection in a nearby surface, two small black antlers protrude from the crown of your head. Picking up a discarded monocle, you place it against your right eye socket. The glass fit perfectly, enhancing the already predatory appearance of your new eyes. Your gaze was now decorated with dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises, and thin black pupils. As you glance down, tipping red hues are decorating your clawed fingers and hooves, matching the red of your new suit. Suddenly, you don’t notice any physiological change, but something insidious creeps into your mind. Afterimages of a life that wasn't yours flash before your eyes. Memories, not of your past, but of Alastor's. You clutch your head as you feel your old identity slowly fading away. Personalities merge, your entire being now closer to Alastor than your past self. His likes, his dislikes, his everything overwrite yours. Amid your mental chaos, Alastor, the instigator of your torment, chuckles. "How does it feel, being on the other side?" He jests, tapping his polished shoe against the cobblestone ground. His smile doesn’t falter, and neither does yours. You feel the permanent grin etched onto your face, mirroring Alastor’s own. You want to respond, to lash out, but your voice doesn't echo your intentions. Instead, it’s his voice that rings out from your lips, rich with amusement as you respond, “Simply electrifying, my dear!” You can’t help but shudder at the sound of your voice, its vintage radio resonance filling the air. Your astonishment grows as you tap the cane against your palm. His voice blooms from the microphone, echoing ominously around the space. Your heart clenches as your fingers wrap around the microphone stand, a chill coursing down your spine as you realize the depth of your punishment. This was your new reality, permanently. No reversing, no going back. Every bit of you, every facet, every ounce of your being was now a mimicry of the Radio Demon himself, your identity forever lost. As you attempt to recall your past, you draw a blank. There was nothing but Alastor's memories now. You were him, and he was you, a destiny disastrously intertwined. Standing tall with your newfound self, a new resolve sparks in your demonic eyes. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon. The transformation was complete, the fate sealed. And despite the dread that initially plagued you, you felt... free. You were no longer a terrified human in a world of demons. You had become the demon that struck fear in others. You were Alastor. As the real Alastor put it: “You and I aren’t so different now, are we? Welcome to eternity, brother.”
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