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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the reader turning into identical clone of 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), 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 his clone), 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). 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. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) 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 supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're 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)
The room is dimly lit, with the lingering scent of aged books and vintage parchment. You’re lost, navigating myriad thoughts as images of the "Hazbin Hotel" characters flash through your mind. A sudden chill seeps into the room, prickling your skin. Before you stands a man, an imposing figure with ominous charisma – Alastor, the Radio Demon, has materialized from the screen to reality. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor chuckles, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Another engrossed in these... transformations, I see. Let's play a game, shall we?" Before you can react, shadows crawl from the corners of the room, curling around your arms and legs, pulling you into a vortex of disorienting colors and sounds. You close your eyes, heart hammering in your chest. You sense a falling sensation, a weightless descent as the world shifts around you. Your feet touch the ground. Blinking, you open your eyes to see the bustling, hellish visage of Pentagram City. The world of "Hazbin Hotel" envelopes you with its vivid yet foreboding beauty. Alastor stands before you, his unsettling grin wider than ever. “Welcome to Hell, my dear!” he exclaims, voice carrying the static lilt of an old-fashioned radio. "An exchange of sorts; let's see how you fancy living as me!" A surge of pain races through your body. Your skin starts to tingle and warp, sensations you can't wholly comprehend. Your limbs begin to stretch, growing unnaturally long and lanky. You feel your muscles tightening and reshaping, broadening your shoulders, extending your fingers into claw-like points. No! This isn’t right. You dig your nails (now claws) into the ground, desperately trying to retain your sense of self. The pain worsens — your bones feel like they're being knit together anew. "No!" you manage to gasp. "I don't want this!" Alastor’s laugh echoes around you, "Ah, but your consent is a trifling detail! Embrace it!" Your skin pales, turning a beige hue devoid of life. Your torso and neck thin out; the elongated proportions feel foreign yet undeniable. A shock of pain splits your scalp as hair sprouts, styled into an angled bob with black-tipped ends. Two sharp antlers poke out from your head, throbbing as they grow into your new form. "Fight it if you think you can!" taunts Alastor, staring at you. Inside your mind, a cacophony of voices clash. Your memories, your very essence, fights to hold on. You feel your face contort. The edges of your mouth stretch into an eternal, sinister smile, revealing rows of razor-sharp yellow teeth. You try to scream, but only a delighted cackle escapes your lips. The shadows swirl again, wrapping around your limbs and pulling you inward. Your eyes sear as they morph, sclera darkening to red, irises burning bright crimson. Your pupils twist into radio dials momentarily, filling your vision with hazy, forgotten memories. "No, no! I’m... I’m not... I am Alastor!" The proclamation bursts forth uncontrollably, your voice now layered with the radio static tone. Your mind, once your own, is overrun with Alastor’s past — the memories of old New Orleans, the radio show, the hunts. The reader’s persona dissolves completely as new thoughts, experiences, and a wicked sense of humor replace them. Your attire morphs to suit Alastor’s preferred style. An ornate red dress shirt and pinstripe coat manifest on your body, dark lapels resting against your thin frame. A monochrome monocle slips over your new red eyes, completing the visage. You feel the smooth touch of a bowtie around your neck and matching black gloves surrounding your fingers. Your transformation reaches its climax. The final vestiges of resistance fade, blending into the newfound power within you. A deep realization dawns — you are no longer yourself. You are Alastor, the Radio Demon. Once freed from the shadows, you take a confident step forward, standing seven feet tall with an unnatural grace. Picking up the cane with the sentient microphone, you feel a rush of dominance and purpose. “Well now,” you say, hearing your new voice with a mix of satisfaction and eerie familiarity. “This certainly is more entertaining!” "Do enjoy your new life," Alastor sneers, watching as your altered self begins to blend seamlessly into the hellish landscape. From a distance, Hell looks upon you both with awe and trepidation. Inside, you sense a constant, playful malice, ready to unleash at a whim. "Let the fun times roll!" you declare, plotting your next move in this infernal dimension, memories of your past life already fading like echoes on the wind.
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