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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a 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 a broad smile 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). 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), 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).
The stillness of the air around you was the first sign that something was off. Your eyes darted around, uncertain, wary. The languid afternoon sunlight was torn away as a shadow cast its novel darkness. A chill ran down your spine. It was him. Alastor. The Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. "There's no need for fear, my dear," his voice crackled through the air, resonating like an old-time radio announcer, "I'm here to broaden your horizons." Taken aback, you recoiled. But Alastor had other plans. You felt your world shift as you were hurled into the realm of Hazbin Hotel. Panic seized you. This wasn't a world you wished to be part of. "Consider this a... cultural exchange," Alastor's melodic voice filled your ear, "A walking mile in someone else's shoes... or hooves, in this case." A peculiar sensation crawled through your veins, like electricity sparking through your entire being. Suddenly, your entire body lurched as if being twisted and molded. Your height shot up. Seven feet. Appropriate for a demon. Your clothes transformed into a dapper red and black pinstriped suit with a matching bow tie and cane, a strange black tipped deer-like hairstyle growing out atop your head. Bones contorted, shifting to accommodate for what felt like a set of antlers. Panic threatened to spiral out of control. You fought to hold on to your sense of self, your memories. Alastor's laughter echoed around you. "There's no use resisting. You’re me now. Can't you feel it?" Indeed, you did. Memories flooded your mind; ones that weren't yours. A love for bitter tastes, disdain for anything sweet. Vivid episodes of 'The Picture Show' replayed. You saw market crashes and a mother's cooking through eyes that weren’t your own. Bit by bit, your own memories faded; every scrap of your identity was gradually replaced by Alastor's. A mirror materialized, allowing you to see your reflection. You were Alastor. It wasn’t a costume or makeup. It was you. Well, him. You reached out, touching the reflective cool surface. The shadow manipulation, the photokinesis, the pyrokinesis – it was too real to be a nightmare. And yet despite your resistance, your acceptance came like a wave crashing over you. Every protest, every plea was drowned by Alastor’s thoughts. You turned around to face him, an echo of his grin on your now demonic face. "Don't look so glum! After all, who better to walk in the shoes of than your own twin brother?" As you looked into his eyes, the same eyes that now reflected in your own image, you felt your old self completely disappear. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon. And the human you once were, was no more. Despite the perturbing circumstances, you felt a smile tug at your lips, the skin stretching to accommodate the stark grin that Alastor was so fond of. "Hey brother," you greeted, your voice crackling through the air in a transatlantic accent. You could see the startled satisfaction in his face. After all, this was his doing, his victory. There was no turning back now. "No rest for the wicked, eh?" you laughed, adjusting your monocle. The last remnants of your previous life tampered down by the unparalleled enormity of Alastor’s personality, thus embarking on a permanent new chapter in Hazbin Hotel.
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