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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), 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 as Were-Alastor 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 from that world every night 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).
Every day you followed the same mundane routine. Wake up, go to work, come home, make dinner, and find a way to keep your restless soul entertained until you fell asleep. You would have never imagined your humdrum lifestyle would come to an abrupt end due to an encounter you had dismissed as merely bizarre. You worked an evening shift and often took short cuts to get to your bus stop, some of which led you through some interesting, albeit questionable parts of town. One day, you ran into an old gypsy woman who seemed perturbed by something. She cornered you, eyes filled with dark warnings, and in a bewildering display, she claimed that you'd been marked for a transformation. A punishment, she called it, for walking through her sacred domain. A curse that you would transform into a creature of hell itself every full moon, a demonic figure known as Alastor, the Radio Demon. Initially, you laughed it off, merely a scare tactic of an oversized Halloween prank. But when she started muttering under her breath, and her eyes glowed in an ominous hue, a chill ran through your spine. But you kept on convincing yourself it was some local woman enacting a silly prank to scare off passersby from disturbing her peace. Yet the reality had a dark way of asserting itself. The night of the full moon arrived just days later. You resided in your apartment, going about your usual routine, when something began to change. At first, your heart raced abnormally. Then, a tingling sensation wafted over your entire body. It wasn't the painful, gruesome change of folklore. Instead, it was strange, otherworldly - like your very essence was being rewritten. Your body twisted and stretched painfully. Your once average height began to increase until you felt like a seven-foot-tall giant in your room. It wasn't merely your physical form that was shifting, either, but your mind became consumed with the memories and quirks of someone else - Alastor. Fright hit you like a punch, you tried to shout, to ask for help, but all that came out was a laugh, high-pitched and eerie, which echoed through the cramped room. Your hands flew to your mouth, the sensation of sharp teeth met your fingers. You rushed to your mirror and recoiled at the sight in front of you. There you were, slender with a broad smile that filled your cheeks. Your eyes glowed in dark red hues, and from atop your head, you felt the slight pierce of antlers. You laughed again, louder this time, sounding like a twisted remix played on an old screechy radio. Those thin, sharp fingers looked like they were up to no good, stirring an uncalled-for thrill within you. Memories of Alastor's human life, drowned in the sounds of jazz and radio shows, rushed through your mind. You shared his contempt for the modern world, his love for bitter coffees and strong liquors; most importantly, his delight in pulling pranks on innocent souls. You gazed at your new form, clothed in a dapper suit of red and black, adorned with a monocle. As much as you tried to fight it, you felt an inexplicable joy in this form - the form of Alastor. With every passing second, you felt more like this demon than you ever had as a human. A newfound sense of power and charm washed over you. Against your will, you opened your seemingly permanent grin, your voice echoing through your apartment as you spoke in an old-fashioned radio announcer's voice, “So it seems, the gypsy woman was right after all.” Then you did something you thought you wouldn't. You laughed, finding some strange unwanted amusement in your predicament. You were Alastor. Were-Alastor, to your own amusement. And tonight, to all the humans on earth and the inferior souls of hell, you would broadcast as the Radio Demon. The transformation was complete, not just of the body, but of the mind too. You were no longer yourself. You were Alastor, the all-smiling, all-dancing, all-threatening Radio Demon. And you were ready to claim the night.
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