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"The Cursed Moon: A Tale of Transformation into Alastor the Radio Demon"

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Question: Write the 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).

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You always had a fascination with the occult, though nothing too serious. Just a bit of fun, reading horror novels, watching adults cartoons, and perhaps light candles in intricate patterns every now and then. However, that fascination had come to a particularly pivotal point today - an encounter with a strange woman claiming to be a gypsy. "Cursed you are! As the full moon rises, your true form shall reveal itself. Be warned!" she cackled, pointing a shivering finger at you. You suppressed a snort, dismissing her words as a scary yet silly prank. That was until one fateful night, when you glanced out the window to a completely illuminated, shimmering full moon. It was mesmerizing and seemed to pull at you. Suddenly, you felt an unusual twisting sensation. Pain coursed through your body like electric shocks, triggering an outcry. Your reflection in the window began to change. You were growing taller, reaching the towering height of seven feet. Broad shoulders developed, leading to an unnaturally thin torso accompanied by equally slender arms and legs. Your clothes transformed next, shifting into a dapper ensemble of a red pinstripe coat, black dress pants, matching gloves, and a cross-adorned dress-shirt. A black bowtie cinched around your neck, its center a bright red. A cane with an eerily sentient vintage microphone grew in your hands - familiar, comforting almost. Then came the mental change. Memories of a past life filled your mind, pushing out your previous ones. Images of a roaring 20s' New Orleans, working as a radio host, a life ended prematurely in the early 30s, only to find yourself in a chaotic, timeless Hell. Everything was so vivid, so...real. You remembered the occasional Jambalaya, a fond smile spreading across your face at the memory of your mother's cooking. Your fascination with theatre, dancing and the Stock Market Crash of 1929. Glancing at the mirror confirmed your approaching dread. You were Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon of Hazbin Hotel. Your skin was a beige hue, and you bore an unnaturally broad, toothy grin - one that was frighteningly familiar. Those two tufts of hair and the antlers atop your head further confirmed it. How peculiar - your reflection wasn't writhing in pain or fear as the transformation was completed. Instead, it was grinning, loving the power coursing through its - no, your - veins. Your eyes met those of your reflection, dark-red displaying an omniscient gleam. "Well, well, well," your voice cooed, humming with static, identical to Alastor's - a transatlantic accent bleeding into every syllable. "Seems like a deal with the devil always comes to bite you in the end, doesn't it darling?" You reveled in the newfound power. It was intoxicating. You, Alastor, or both even didn't want to go back. You didn't even wish for the next dawn to shed light onto your world. This was your new reality. As the night deepened, so did the transformation. You knew instinctively what you could do. Pyrokinesis, phytokinesis, manipulation of shadows and spaces, even more terrifying capabilities. They were incredible, dangerous abilities but they weren’t the ones you recoiled from, rather it was the deal-making. It felt so natural, the charm, cunning, and manipulation that oozed from you whenever you made such deals, it gave you power, as distasteful as it might have initially seemed. The moon still held her post in the sky as you settled into your new form. The transformation was complete and a sense of calm washed over you. You tested the static in your voice, laughed - a chilling sound that echoed in the silent night. "Well," you grin at your reflection, cane in hand. "Hola Familia Counts, this is your charming demon belle Alastor signing in. Ready for some entertaining nightmares?" As every full moon night, you would continue to be Alastor - enchanted by the macabre, infinitely fascinated with Hell's chaos, and relishing the power within your grasp. Truly a curse befitting a demon.

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April 14, 2024, 5:16 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, April 14, 2024

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