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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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 awake with a start. The room around you is unfamiliar, impossibly grand yet emanating an unsettling aura. Your mind tries to recall how you ended up here. The last thing you remember is quietly scrolling through some Hazbin Hotel fan art in the comfort of your own home. A sudden flash of movement catches your eye. A tall, slender figure steps out from the shadows, the tips of his hair marked with black like the ears of a deer. It's unmistakably Alastor, the Radio Demon. “Why, hello there!” Alastor greets, his voice echoing as if it’s being broadcasted from an old-fashioned radio. “You have been chosen for a particularly delightful transformation experience!” "What? Why?!" you stammer, feeling a surge of panic. Alastor only chuckles. “Why, my dear friend, I have grown tired of seeing all those ridiculous works where I get turned into everything under the sun. It’s time for a change, don’t you think?” Before you can react, Alastor’s hands gesture with a flourish. Dark, swirling magic envelops you. Your body begins to tremble, the feeling of your bones lengthening and restructuring is unmistakable and horrifying. “Please! Stop this!” you plead, but Alastor only watches, his smile unchanging. You feel your height increasing abruptly, your body stretching upwards, arms and legs elongating until they feel unnaturally thin. Looking down through tear-blurred vision, you see your feet twist into hoof-like shapes. Your skin begins to shift colors, taking on a beige tone. Suddenly, an overwhelming, painful sensation spreads across your head. You bring shaking hands to your face, feeling unfamiliar antlers sprout from your skull. The hair on your head starts to form into the cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips you’ve seen countless times in fan art. "This can’t be happening..." you murmur between gasps, almost incoherent with fear. “Oh, but it must,” Alastor says, his smile widening even further, if that were possible. “You see, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and you, my dear, have been chosen to be just like me!” You fight to hold onto your memories, your personality, but they start to slip away like sand through your fingers. Sharp, yellow teeth replace your own, forcing a broad, permanent smile across your face. Your muscles jerk involuntarily, your walk becomes a swagger, your hands almost automatically clasping behind your back in that familiar poised stance. The sharp-dressed red pinstripe coat materializes on you, along with the monocle framing your right eye. Alastor steps forward, placing a thin cane with a sentient vintage microphone into your transformed hands. "There it is, a perfect copy!" Your voice now echoes with a vintage radio quality. "This is... impossible..." you attempt but are cut off by Alastor’s laughter. “Now, now! Fighting is futile. Embrace it!” he exclaims, his own demonic aura almost palpable, infecting the very air around you. Your memories begin altering—human life is but a faint whisper now. New memories implant themselves where yours once were—the life of the Radio Demon, his rise in hell, his menacing antics. “No! I’m... not Alastor!” you scream internally, but it's no use. The onslaught of memories and personality changes is too powerful. “Splendid! Now, let’s ensure everything is in place,” Alastor notes cheerfully. As your past drowns under the weight of his influence, your final thoughts fade, effortlessly replaced with Alastor’s cunning, theatrical persona. Moments later, your vision clears. You stand tall— seven feet exactly. You look at Alastor, and his grin matches yours. “Well isn’t this charming? Two Radio Demons are always better than one.” “Indeed,” you reply, your mind now fully molded by Alastor’s essence. You and Alastor chuckle in unison, a haunting harmony that reverberates through the hall. From here on, you are no longer you. You are Alastor, the Radio Demon, and a new chapter in Hell’s story unfolds.
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