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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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 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 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 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 the body (even unable to stop smiling against his/her will) and the mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending off the new personality and memories), 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).
A strange sensation gripped you, and suddenly everything around you began to blur into a teeming vortex of color. Nowhere seemed familiar anymore. A powerful magnet yanked you out of your reality, leaving you unmoored—until it dumped you onto a cold floor. As if on cue, a wry, charismatic voice rang through the air. "It's time for you to understand, my friend. Demons aren't monsters you can simplify," he said. That voice belonged to the one and only Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. Suddenly he focused his attention on you, his eyes swimming with a deceptive twinkle of warmth. Suddenly you noticed his figure shifting, morphing into something—and more terrifyingly, you felt your body transform along with him. First, peculiar tingles shot through your body. It was as if you were being pressed and stretched, your body fighting the urge to scream, the changes releasing a cascade of sensations that were hard to name. Looking at your hands, you were shocked to find them elongating, sprouting claws and turning red. Meanwhile, strange pops filled your ears as your spine stretched to an unnatural height, alongside a strange sense of physical frailty despite your newly broad shoulders. "No need to struggle, it only makes things more…pleasurable," came Alastor's voice, echoing around you like a strange tune that you couldn't help but whirl along with. The next thing you knew, your feet felt different. Glancing down, you found your shoes had been replaced by pitch black boots, pointed at the end with a distinct deer hoof embossed on the soles. The clothes on your skin also shifted, conforming seamlessly into an almost identical ensemble of Alastor's pinstripe coat and red dress shirt with a black cross. Horror clawed at your throat as the smooth lull of his voice drifted into your ears, words weaving into your mind like a lapping wave pressing evermore strength onto soft sand—the action reshaping, refactoring. Even as you tried your best to fight, you could feel your memories being slowly replaced with Alastor's own past experiences. "Come on chap, memories won’t bite," he jibed. And it was there, reflected in his eerily calm tone, a suggestion of his own history: broken French, the taste of jambalaya, the sound of chaos of the stock market crash of 1929, bitter black coffee...everything that was him began to burrow deeply into you, painting over your personal canvas. Part of you recoiled, fighting desperately against the unending wave of 'Alastor' trampling on who you were, yet there was a losing game from the start. And the game finally ended, on the moment you found yourself compulsorily grinning; for in the quiet recess of your soul, you've started to forget what was it like to frown. A surge of amusement welled up inside, and you realized an uncomfortable truth: you have indeed, become Alastor. The transformation, even as it filled you with dread, was permanent. As you struggled with your new slim figure and toothy smile, you felt an incredible sense of deja vu, shadowed by the distinct memory of his past. The world felt entirely novel, fresh in such a twisted, terrifying way. More than anything, you were no longer you. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, my friend," Alastor gloated, twirling his sentient microphone-cane effortlessly. It was ironic, for he was no longer simply the Radio Demon, but a disturbing reflection mirrored through your own existence—an identical twin-brother. His sinister chuckle rang in the background, filling every crevice of the room, pooling like the omniscient voice you now ironically sported. The last thing you remembered was how you used to tell story from your own perspective, now Alastor's life was your saga, his narrative: your voice. Your past melted away like a candle, forgotten in the rush of Alastor's vivid thoughts, personalities, and memories. You now understood what Alastor meant when he said that not all demons were simply evil monsters; for you have become one, a sophisticated, charismatic radio demon, filled with cunning devilry and charming malevolence. Your name was Alastor, once again. And once again, he was right. He was not a monster, neither were you. You were simply...Alastor.
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