She is also described as being manipulative and always finds a way to get what she wants. Helsa is also incredibly vain, constantly trying to look her best.

### Transformation Story: Alastor to Helsa von Eldritch --- Alastor, the Radio Demon, revelled in the cacophony of the Inferno. His wicked grin stretched unnaturally wide across his face as he broadcasted his mischievous plans on the vintage-style microphone attached to his cane. However, a spark of arrogance led him to confront an ancient, unknown force hidden deep within the ragged outskirts of Hell, an entity far older and more powerful than even he could fathom. Lured by curiosity and the challenge of broadcasting an unparalleled event, Alastor ventured into the desolate ruins that were believed to be cursed. Amidst the decaying grandeur, he encountered a dark altar, pulsating with eerie, eldritch energy. Ever the showman, Alastor couldn’t resist performing a ritual to summon the entity, imagining it to be his next great audience. As he began chanting through the twisted microphone, the air thickened, and an unnatural silence enveloped the area. From the altar, shadowy tendrils coiled around him, binding him in place. Alastor’s confidence faltered as he felt his form being constricted and twisted by the overwhelming power. The entity, a being of ancient chaos, grated a curse upon him, punishing his hubris and granting him a transformation that would erase his existence as the Radio Demon. --- The magic grasped Alastor, dragging him to his knees. His once imposingly tall form began to shrink, his 7-foot height diminishing rapidly. His crimson eyes widened in horror as he watched his own body betraying him. The familiar, sinister smirk faltered and his monocle slipped from his eye, clattering to the ground. His skin, a bewitching shade of beige, darkened into a deep grey, the texture shifting into something smoother, almost cephalopod-like. His trademark bob-cut hair elongated, turning a stark white, with dark, inky spots appearing beneath the strands like the underbelly of a deep-sea creature’s tendrils. Alastor's antlers crumbled and receded into his scalp, while his sharp yellow teeth transformed into neon green, his lips turning black. His eyes morphed into a harrowing neon green with slit pupils, and the whites became an uncanny dark teal. His ears elongated slightly, inhuman and unsettling, framing his now feminine features sharply. The undercurrent of chaos within the magic altered his clothing too. His red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels disintegrated, replaced by a hot pink coat with neon green fur, buttoned up tightly. The rest of his outfit morphed into a dark grey pencil skirt with matching neon green fur trim and black heeled boots. His red hoof-printed boots reformed into a girl’s heeled boots, completing the transformation. Alastor's mind was the last to change, memories of his misdeeds, his jovial sadism, his cunning intellect, were all stripped away. In their place, new memories, thoughts, and personality traits imposed themselves. She recalled a childhood of superiority, of deliberate malevolence joined with a sharp intellect, matching the description of Alastor's scholarly, if maddening genius. By the end of the transformation, Alastor was no more. What remained was Helsa von Eldritch—a being heretofore unknown to the Radio Demon. She opened her eyes, now full of malice and cunning so much different from Alastor’s, and she smiled. The eldritch altar had granted her consciousness anew, imbued with the essence of vileness but with a history and identity all her own. Helsa von Eldritch stood there, embracing her nefarious, newly acquired superiority and a life filled with the aspirations Alastor had never known. She no longer remembered being Alastor. The Radio Demon had broadcast his last show. Helsa flicked her wrist with disdain, dismissing the remnants of the shattered monocle and decayed microphone. She now had a new purpose, a new persona, and with a devilish grin, she sauntered out of the ruins, ready to carve her wicked legacy upon Hell. --- And thus, the legend of Alastor faded into the shadows, while the tale of Helsa von Eldritch began, an epitome of the very smart kind of evil.

In the depths of Hell, transformations and sinister plots are merely part of the daily routine. However, one transformation will leave a significant mark on the demon world—Alastor’s metamorphosis into Helsa von Eldritch. Alastor, the Happy Hotel’s notorious Radio Demon, strode through the winding, fiery streets of Hell with his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. Dressed in his signature red pinstripe coat and black pointed-toe boots, Alastor had an agenda today. Word had it that a peculiar artifact, buried deep within the Treacherous Forests of Eldritch, held immense transformative power. The artifact, intrigued Alastor mainly due to a rumor claiming it could grant unparalleled strength. However, the artifact’s true power was far beyond anyone’s comprehension. Guided by dark whispers and ancient scrolls, Alastor finally stood before the artifact—The Mirror of Morpheus. Its surface swirled with a dark, hypnotic energy that beckoned him closer. Without hesitation, he touched the mirror's surface, a broad smile revealing his sharp, yellow teeth. Suddenly, the mirror's energy lashed out, ensnaring Alastor in its dark grasp. A cold shudder ran through his body as his form began to change. His once 7 feet stature began to diminish. He watched as his once angular, pinkish-red bob effortlessly melted into long, flowing white hair. The tips turned dark, like the spots on a cephalopod's tentacles. His beige-colored skin shifted into a dark grey hue. His eyes started burning with intense pain, shifting from their dark-red sclera and bright-red irises to dark teal sclerae with neon green irises. His sharp yellow teeth turned neon green, tucked behind his now black lips. His red pinstripe coat morphed, becoming a hot pink coat with a neon green fur collar. The vibrant red dress shirt beneath twisted into a dark grey pencil skirt adorned with neon green fur trim. His black dress pants reformed into a skirt, and his pointed-toe boots reshaped into girl's heeled boots. Similarly, Alastor's memories began to warp. The echoes of old radio broadcasts faded into the back of his mind like whispers in a breeze. An influx of new memories, not his own, rushed in. He remembered sneering with contempt, not as Alastor, but as Helsa von Eldritch, at those she saw inferior. Her calculating, 'very smart kind of evil' intellect infused into his mind as Alastor's identity washed away completely. With a final, powerful surge of energy, the transformation was complete. Alastor was gone, and in his place stood Helsa von Eldritch. Her eyes glimmered with a newfound malice and cunning. The entirety of Alastor's personality—his charm, his tricks, his radio showmanship—was erased. All that remained was Helsa, heiress to the Von Eldritch estate, whose ambitions now burned fiercer and with a renewed vigor. “I am Helsa von Eldritch,” she declared, her voice dripping with venomous certainty, a stark contrast from the radio-inflected tones of her past. Helsa looked around, her sharp gaze sweeping the Treacherous Forests of Eldritch. The world felt different, yet familiar. With her posture tall and regal, she walked away from the Mirror of Morpheus. Unfamiliar with the Radio Demon, his memories or actions, Helsa von Eldritch continued her life, her previous self ceasing to exist in her mind, leaving only Helsa's purpose and ambitions to drive her forward. From that moment, Helsa von Eldritch was born anew, poised to conquer Hell with her ruthless intellect and a heart full of malevolence.

In the occult realms of Hell, where the residents' forms were subject to their whims and darkest desires, demonic transformations were not uncommon. The radio demon, Alastor, was always one step ahead other sinners with his might and cunning. Even so, when he was faced with an unforeseen turn of events that would ultimately reshape his existence, he had no option but to yield to fate. Alastor stood tall in his familiar jester-like attire, the pointed tips of his antlers almost scraping the low ceiling of his room. His dark-red eyes glinted with mischief as his eyes fell on a peculiar amulet. The amulet was beautifully ordinary, yet its aura suggested a power that could not be ignored. Unbeknownst to Alastor, picking it up would set him on a path of change. In the next instant, there was a blinding flash of light, a disruption in the reality around him, and Alastor felt himself pulled into the swirling vortex of transformation. He went from standing a towering 7 feet to a much shorter stature, his demonic form regressing significantly. Alastor's beige skin turned a deep grey, and the vibrant red in his eyes turned to a mysterious teal, irises shifting to neon green. His pointed antlers disappeared, replaced by a cascade of long white hair that fell over his right eye. The distinguished elegance of his suit replaced with a hot pink coat lined with neon green fur. His lower legs changed into the delicate shape of a woman's, adorned in fashionable heeled boots. His dress pants and shirt exchanged for a dark grey pencil skirt that matched her boots. The Radio Demon's physical transformation was shocking, but the internal changes were even more profound. His personality was being adjusted, his memories vanishing, being swapped for those of Hell's most devious female demon, Helsa von Eldritch. His indomitable will and overwhelming control gave way to an intelligent, calculating evil, a deliberate meanness that rivaled any in Hell. Once the transformation was complete, Alastor, now Helsa, opened her eyes. It was as if she had always been Helsa, and Alastor was nothing more than a name she had heard somewhere. She chuckled with her sharp neon green teeth and tossed her long hair. Helsa von Eldritch was clever, devious, and irresistibly mean, and ready to bring a new wave of chaos to the Hazbin hotel. She looked at the amulet once more; her memories as Alastor faded like wisps in the wind. She was now Helsa, and it felt as though she had always been — and would always be — Helsa von Eldritch.