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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 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 completely transformed into Alastor (known to himself and the terrified humans as "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor" (which Alastor also likes to call himself every full moon night after transforming from the mortal human, even claiming to scared mortal humans that he is "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor") due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night). Alastor, formerly the human reader, now broadcasts throughout the mortal realm (Earth) as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans and their souls from the mortal world every night on Earth 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).
The lady in the worn-out caravan had cackled hauntingly as she bestowed upon you a curse so silly that you had brushed it off, continuing to laugh as you exited her musty hovel. But as the moon hung full and bright in the sky days later, the amusement swiftly drained away. You were sitting at home, reading peacefully, when you suddenly felt an intense, cold pull tugging at your core. Looking down, you found your clothes shifting of their own accord. First, your comfy home clothes tightened into a brighter, dapper ensemble. Your shirt turned cherry-blood red and a black cross adorned the center. Trousers transformed into matching red cuff pants. Your eyes widened as the involuntary transformation continued. A pinstripe coat slipped over your shoulders, its dark-red lapels piped with white. Gloves and boots appeared, their pointed toes and sinful red deer hoofprints adding to your growing unease. Small, dark antlers poked through your scalp, surprising you as they grew steadily larger. Staring down at your extended arms, you watched in shock as your skin faded to beige, your fingers lengthening and tapering into unnaturally sharp and long claws. You felt your hair pop and grow, the strands turning red and black, narrowing into an angled bob cut. A strangely familiar cane, with a smug sentient microphone at the end of it, materialized in your hand. You tugged at the monocle fitted snugly around your right eye and tried to swallow around the persistent beaming smile that now adorned your face. But what scared you the most was the change you felt stirring within your mind. It was like a radio trying to tune into the right frequency. Your memories started to recede, replaced by unfamiliar memories of performance, theatricality, broadcasting, and - alarmingly - gory demonstrations of power. Strangely, you could also remember the taste of venison, the sight of a roaring '20s picture show, and the bitter aftertaste of strong black coffee. But as you tried to hold onto your past self, Alastor's personality started taking over, pushing you further and further away. Your voice was changing, the tone deepening. You knew you were losing yourself, being slowly swallowed up by Alastor - the Radio Demon. People on the street outside froze as a voice, sounding like an old-fashioned radio announcer, crackled through the silent night, filling the air with a chilling, jovial laughter, "Well, ain't this a marvelous transformation! Ladies and Gentlemen, you must pardon my sudden appearance, for I... am WereAlastor!" This was followed by an uncannily cheerful tune that had the bystanders shuddering in fear. You could only watch in mute horror as your control slipped away, replaced by Alastor's chilling charm and sadistic whims. Despite your resistance, you could feel your grip on your original self waning until it was nothing but a fleeting wisp. Every full moon, your humanity got shrouded, allowing Alastor's features, personality, and powers to manifest, turning you into a feared monster. Each time his mind older and more dominant, your own conscious becoming more and more a memory. The world knew the real you no more. Now, you were just Alastor, a feared Radio Demon, delighting in the terror you instilled, broadcasting your malevolent intent throughout the realm. Terrifyingly, you felt less and less bothered about it each time. Could you blame them? After all, now you were WereAlastor, and what a show it was going to be!
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