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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the reader turning into identical clone of Alastor (from the 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 didn't know how you ended up here. One moment you were scrolling through your favorite Hazbin Hotel fan fiction, and the next, you were standing in a dark void. Panic surged through you as the silence wrapped around your form like a suffocating shroud. "Welcome, my dear!" The voice was unmistakable. It crackled and hissed with a vintage timbre, reminiscent of old radio broadcasts. Your mouth went dry. "Alastor?" A figure stepped forward from the shadows, his towering form illuminated in an eerie, crimson glow. Alastor's permanent, shark-like grin widened. "Indeed. Though I've had my fill of seeing others twist my form into whatever they desire, I thought it would be... amusing... to return the favor." Before you could respond, a wave of dark energy washed over you, penetrating deep into your bones. Your body began to ache and twist, stretching unnaturally. You gasped, feeling yourself grow taller and more slender, muscles dissolving into little more than sinew. Your limbs elongated until you were the spitting image of the Radio Demon, towering at an impressive seven feet. "What's happening to me?!" you screamed internally, but your voice crackled with the same distortion as Alastor's. Heat surged through your scalp as your hair reshaped into that all-too-familiar bob cut, black-tipped locks framing your face while sharp antlers sprouted from your skull. You doubled over, teeth elongating into vicious, yellowed razors, forming an unchangeable grin that felt both alien and natural. "Ah, splendid! Matching coiffures!" Alastor observed, his tone dripping with mock amusement. Desperately, you tried to recall your name, your life—anything about who you used to be. But the memories were slippery, dissolving into nothingness. In their place, lurid visions of voodoo rituals and old radio stations crowded in, staining your thoughts. Flickers of red veve symbols danced before your eyes. "Stop this!" you tried to shout, but your voice betrayed you, sounding exactly like his. Your hands clawed at your face, now replaced with clawed digits and hoof-like feet. "A futile effort, I'm afraid. You're becoming me, completely and utterly. Why, you'll find it quite delightful!" Alastor's laughter echoed around you, surround sound from a bygone era. You fought hard to remember your favorite books, movies, anything about your family, but it was no use. Each piece of your past erased, overwritten with Alastor's memories. The dusty world of 1930s New Orleans, the radio show you hosted, the eerie satisfaction you felt when you committed your first crime—all these flooded your consciousness until there was no room for your original self. "Glimpse of our power, our magic, our dominion," Alastor crooned, his red eyes glowing. Your vision blurred, and when it cleared, Alastor's half-moon monocle was perched over your right eye. You touched the pinstripe coat now draping over your broad, slender shoulders. "No... please," you whispered, but you didn't know what you were begging for anymore. You saw in the reflective sheen of the void a perfect replica of Alastor. Unearthly delight writhed in your chest as the last semblance of your prior self crumbled. "Enough resistance! You’re now bestowed with my abilities, or rather, our abilities." Alastor chuckled. In the end, you—now Alastor—threw back your head and laughed, your voice harmonizing with the original Alastor’s. There was no 'you' left, only the Radio Demon, complete in form and essence. The void receded, and Hell welcomed back two grinning figures, indistinguishable from one another. "Now, how about we spread a little more... chaos?" "Indeed! After all, the airwaves are far too quiet." With a snap of your fingers, the realm around you warped, dark shapes and flames bending to your will. An era of dual terror had begun, and you—no, he—embraced it with glee.
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