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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 Alastor, to broadcast as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans 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).
You had never been one to believe in curses and magic, but when an eccentric old gypsy woman crossed your path one day, bizarrely forewarning you of a chilling transformation, a strange and eerie feeling washed over you. In spite of the anxiety that compelled you to laugh at her prediction, a creeping seed of dread lodged itself deep inside your soul. Days later, as the moon reached its fullest apex, an indescribable, icy chill ran down your spine. Peculiarly, your eyes grew heavier, pulsating with an awkward rhythm that startled you out of your idle contemplation. With your heart sending palpitations throughout your chest, you realized something was alarmingly amiss. First, it started with your height. Seemingly out of nowhere, your head darted rapidly towards the ceiling, your body elongating to an unnatural degree. The sudden growth spurt was disconcerting; within moments, you found yourself standing tall at seven feet. Your body started contorting next. Your once full, robust frame started taking a slimmer appearance, your torso, neck, arms, and legs turning skeletal, as your shoulders broadened. It felt unnaturally comfortable, despite the initial jolts of pain. Then, your eyes felt hot and certainly not your own, a burning sensation consumed them as your vision changed. Upon catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, a pair of dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils greeted you. Much to your horror, a pair of small black antlers sprouted from your head, experiencing a surreal, undeniable shift. As you moved your hands to them, a gasp tore itself from your lips as you realized your fingers had turned into menacing claws, matching your red, hoof-toed feet. Then your clothes morphed and transformed into a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white that flowed down raggedly, a red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. A dark-red monocle spun onto your right eye while a thin cane with a sentient vintage-style microphone materialized in your hand. As your physical transformation ended, you couldn't help the all-consuming panic fogging your thoughts when you noticed your persistent smile; a disturbingly elated grin, revealing sets of sharp, yellow teeth that you couldn't seem to shake off. The new face eerily contrasted your internal turmoil, but it felt fitting to your new form. Almost as if on cue, your voice echoed around the room — but it wasn't your voice anymore. It was different; smooth, charming, and attractive, and nonetheless, terrifying in a way it never had been before, the rolling consonants sounding like they were broadcasted on an old-fashioned radio. However, just when you thought the horrifying changes had ended, a sudden onslaught of unfamiliar memories and a wave of alien emotions consumed you. Your mind filled with memories foreign to your past. You saw yourself — or rather, him, Alastor, the Radio Demon — indulging in his daily life, his preferences, dislikes, and interests twisting around in your mind as your own memories faded out. Your personality started blurring, your thoughts altering. There was an onslaught of warped callousness, sadism, twisted giddiness, all replacing your usual kindness and compassion. With a sudden realization, you could feel it. You were losing yourself, your own personality being replaced. A feeling of selflessness washed over you as you realized, despite your inner protests and attempts at holding on, your mind couldn't remember who you used to be, with only Alastor's personality and memories remaining. The transformation was anything but painless; however, succumbing to it was not a choice. As the change ended, the gypsy's words echoed through your now transformed mind: "Every full moon night, you shall transform into a creature of the demon world against your will." Now, every full moon night, you weren't you anymore. You were Alastor, the notorious Radio Demon, broadcasting your malevolent presence in the silent dead of night, feeding on the weak. Despite everything, deep within the crevices of your new mind, an echo of your old self protests, fighting the control of the beast you've become. But as time goes, even that echo numbs, for there is no fighting destiny when it comes dressed as a curse.
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