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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. All of Crimson's teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You murmur to yourself, fingers tracing the spine of the book which has turned your life into an upheaval. Titled “Chaos of Forbidden Rituals: An Unconventional Reality Shift”, the book warns of the unpredictable consequences reading the last chapter may bring. Yet, why not take an insane risk for once? As you start reading aloud the last chapter, you recoil at the strange twists and turns your words make. As if responding to an invisible call, the air thickens and the room darkens. The ground beneath you battles to stand still, like reality trying to hold onto its sanity. Suddenly, human voices are silenced and you taste the ash-filled air of the underworld. As if mirroring what now exist outside, the room warps into an ominous shade of red. The sudden silence shatters when you feel intense gnawing pain in your body. Your form begins reshaping itself, bones creaking and muscles shifting. You clutch onto the chair by your side, the once comforting wooden touch now feels cold and foreign. Your clothes morph into classy attire fit for a mafia boss. Your once ordinary fabric reweaves itself into a red high-collar shirt and navy blue coat accented with thin red stripes. A change so sudden and wild that for a moment, you lose yourself completely. You force your eyes to flutter open. The sight of the black and white striped horns in your reflection terrifies you. Your hair now white and your skin now a shade darker than red startles your senses awake. This is only enhanced by the transformation of your legs, oddly plantigrade, while ending in cloven hooves. And then, you notice a golden fang among your once normal teeth, and your eyes - now a terrifying yellow instead of your old hue. The mental changes creep in slowly, like a predator in the darkness. You fight with all your might. The fight is exhausting. Every memory of your former life slips away, replaced by memories of a demon's, an imp's, a mafia leader's life. The reality drives you mad. Still, you are helpless against it. It's like trying to keep a castle intact when the waves crash against it, again and again, every wave is a blow towards who you used to be. A welling rage builds inside you. You can taste the horror, the blood, and the chaos of your past deeds. Slowly, your hatred for Moxxie, the satisfaction of seeing him hurt, fills you up. These are not feelings you're familiar with, yet there they stand, blending with your personality like they were always a part of you. Puffing a smoke as you stand in the middle of a devilish underworld, you let a cruel smile grace your lips. The satisfying snap of the cigarette echoes around the room. You know you love this power, the fear. Money, organized crime, hanging body parts for decoration; this all feels so comfortable, so right. There is no more confusion, no more doubts. There is only Crimson. You are Crimson. “You made the right choice kid,” a demonic voice echoes from the shadows, “Don't ever forget that.” There is a grimness to the voice, a terrible promise made true. Yet, with it comes a horrific familiarity and acceptance. As you adjust your fedora, a chilling conclusion dawns on you. There is no going back, not yours or this world’s reality. The human you once were is forgotten, replaced completely by an entirely new being—Crimson, the ruthless mafia boss of Helluva.
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