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Question: Write a 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)
It starts when a red haze envelops everything around you. The familiar surroundings of your home blur and twist, reality warping until it settles into an eerily gothic atmosphere. Where are you? The air is thick with an ominous silence, punctuated only by the occasional echo of laughter in the distance. Your heart pounds in your chest. You've been transported to the world of Hazbin Hotel. "Welcome, dear! You're just in time for the show," a cheerful yet sinister voice echoes through the air. Alastor, the Radio Demon, materializes in front of you, his unnaturally wide smile stretching across his face. "It seems you've had quite the fascination with me, haven't you?" "No," you gasp, backing away. "This can't be real." Alastor’s grin never falters. "Oh, but it is. And now, it's your turn for a transformation. Consider this a lesson." He raises a clawed hand, black magic swirling around his fingertips. Before you can react, a glowing red Veve symbol shoots out and envelops you. The magic seeps into your skin, starting the transformation. The ground seems to rush up at you as your whole body begins to change. Your limbs twist and elongate, growing thinner yet stronger. Beige skin replaces your own. It's not painful exactly, but the alien sensation makes you nauseous. "No, stop!" your voice catches in your throat as it starts to change, carrying the distinct static of an old-fashioned radio. Your vocal chords rearrange themselves, your voice becoming deeper, rich with a transatlantic accent. Alastor watches, his head tilted to the side, eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Wonderful, simply wonderful. A twin to entertain me!" You feel your face contorting, your mouth stretching into an unnaturally broad smile, revealing sharp, yellow teeth. You can no longer frown; this is your permanent expression now. Your lips feel wrong, incapable of any other shape. Memories flood in, replacing the ones you treasured. The face of your mother cooking jambalaya, your voice booming through a radio. Your past self tries to hold on, to remember your real name, but the tide of new memories drowns every trace of who you were. "No," you think. "I'm... I'm not Alastor!" "Oh, but you are now," Alastor whispers into your ear, eyes glowing with a malevolent red light. A new identity cements itself in your mind—you are Alastor, the Radio Demon, born in 1901 and died in 1933. No longer a mortal but an immortal being of immense power. Red pinstripe clothing manifests on your body: the pinstriped coat, the bright red dress shirt, the black dress pants. Your limbs end in red clawed fingers and hoof-like feet. Antlers grow from your head, and you feel your hair morphing into the distinct bob-cut with black-tipped tufts. A dark joy fills your heart. "Why fight it? Embrace the power," a voice—your voice, but different—echoes in your mind. "Dance with me, my twin," the original Alastor holds out his hand, his smile a mirror image of your own. You take it, shadows coiling around you both as he leads you into a dance. "Where am I?" you wonder, realizing that even the question feels foreign. This is Hell, your domain now. Alastor’s domain. Your thoughts align perfectly with your new identity. "I am Alastor, the Radio Demon," you declare, the shadows of your previous self fading into oblivion. As you dance through the gothic halls of Hazbin Hotel, broadcast static fills the air. The two Alastors twirl and laugh, a symphony of echoing joy and malevolence. Alastor—your twin, your reflection—looks into your eyes and says, "Welcome to eternity, brother." You no longer resist but revel in your new demonic form, powers at your fingertips. The audience of Hell awaits your next broadcast. "Yes," you think, a mounting excitement bubbling within. "Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget." You have become Alastor, The Radio Demon, in every sense of the name.
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