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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a reader turning into identical clone of 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 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 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). 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 voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, 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. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Alastor is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Alastor (by some supernatural means) 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 supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clones, thus turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Alastor's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're 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)
You find yourself in a dimly lit room, illuminated by the eerie glow of outdated radio equipment. The pulsating hum of static fills the air, accompanied by a strange voice that seems to echo from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize you've somehow been transported into a different realm entirely—one eerily familiar, yet undeniably foreign. "Welcome, dearie," the voice rings out, dripping with a peculiar combination of charm and mockery. You squint into the darkness and catch a glimpse of a figure stepping forward: Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. His impossibly wide grin stretches across his face as he regards you with eyes that brim with delight and menace. "This is some twisted joke," you mutter under your breath, half in disbelief, half in fear. "Twisted joke?" Alastor's lip curls in amusement. "Oh, no, my dear. This is a lesson!" Before you can react, Alastor snaps his fingers. A torrent of supernatural energy engulfs you, forcing you to the floor. You scream, trying to claw away the invisible force twisting and reshaping your very being. "You see," Alastor continues, his voice an unsettling melody, "I've grown a tad weary of all these fan works where I am twisted and molded into someone else. Turnabout is fair play, wouldn’t you agree?" Pain wracks your body as you begin to change. Your height stretches, bones and muscles creaking audibly. Your skin pales to a pale, beige color. You feel your hair fall out in clumps, soon replaced by soft, cropped strands colored a vivid pinkish-red with black tips. With every second, you can feel your body contorting into the same slim, broad-shouldered frame that Alastor boasts. Tears stream down your face even as your lips are forcefully pulled into an unsettlingly wide, permanent smile. "No! Stop! Please!" you beg, your voice cracking as it starts to morph, matching Alastor's resonant timbre. "Ah, but I'm not done yet," Alastor says with exaggerated pity. "Now for the mind." You struggle, pushing back against the encroaching darkness. Your memories—the people you've loved, the life you once knew—they flicker and fade as if being swallowed by an inky void. "No! I don't want to forget!" you cry. But the relentless tide of Alastor's personality and memories swoops in, crashing into the remnants of your own self. You remember being born in New Orleans' French Quarter in the early 20th century, growing up with a passion for food and a sardonic wit. You remember your fascination with the occult, your radio show, and the echoing shots of the people who disappointed you. You recall the day you died in 1933, the day you embraced eternity in Hell. "No, no, no," you whisper to yourself, grasping at the shreds of your vanishing identity. "It's marvelous, is it not?" Alastor intones. "To be me—a force of wonder and terror, all wrapped into one fantastic package." You fall to your knees, the corners of your almost paralyzed smile twitching as the new identity overtakes you completely. You rise, now a towering seven feet tall, gazing down at the black-hooved feet and clawed fingers. The sleek red pinstripe suit feels like a second skin, and the sentient microphone cane rests effortlessly in your grip. "Ah, feels good, doesn’t it?" Alastor's voice booms, now intertwined with yours. For a fleeting moment, a whisper of your former self fights to resurface. But it’s too late. The transformation is complete. You are Alastor—the Radio Demon. Any remnants of the person you used to be have vanished into the abyss, replaced with a cunning intelligence, a flair for showmanship, and a dark, insatiable appetite for control. "Welcome, brother," the original Alastor greets you, his smile matching your own. You laugh, a haunting melody echoing through the room. "Ah, the fun we’ll have, my dear Alastor. Hell will never be the same again." And with that, you join him, both of you ready to bring a new kind of entertainment to the denizens of Hell, as two Radio Demons broadcasting chaos and delight for all eternity.
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