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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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 (known as Were-Alastor due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night), 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).
Underneath the pallid glow of the full moon, you find yourself gazing at its radiant beauty from the comfort of your living room window. The drawn curtains provided a cinematic view of the night sky and the celestial body that played the central role. Unbeknownst to you, this serene, calm night would soon give way to a tempestuous, transformative ordeal as the curse inflicted upon you by the old gypsy woman began to take hold. The room suddenly grows cold, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. Your heart thrums wildly in your chest, a foretelling precursor to the hellfire storm that was about to consume you. Your body shudders violently, a warning sign of the calamitous change ahead. You double over from the pain, collapsing onto the floor when it becomes too much to bear. The curse of transformation was happening, despite your disbelief, despite your rationalities. Bones ache and stretch. Muscles contort and twist, as the turmoil of change undulates through your body. Your body spirals in pain and spirals out of control, helpless against the metamorphosis. Your height begins to increase, your body elongating from its normal size to that of seven feet tall. Your shoulders expand to become broad, contrasting starkly with the suddenly familiar thin torso, arms, and legs that you find yourself possessing. A glimpse in a nearby mirror shows your skin adopting a beige hue. You clutch at your neck, gasping as a strange sensation pulse upwards from your chest, dancing towards your throat and setting your vocal cords aflame. Your voice emerges changed, no longer belonging to you, but to someone - something else, and it sounds exactly like an old-fashioned vintage radio. You frown but then realize you can't; your smile is now a permanent fixture, broad and filled with sharp, yellow teeth. Stumbling over to the mirror again, you witness your cropped hair turn pinkish-red at the roots and black at the ends, cut exactly like that of the Alastor from the Hazbin Hotel series. Out of the top of your head sprout two small black antlers, reminiscent of a deer. Your eyes are a striking array of violent reds. Your gaze drifts downwards, further confirming your transformation - your forearms and legs are a dark grey, and your feet are red with hooves instead of toes. Your heart, already beating erratically from the shock, stops momentarily at the realization of the clothes you are now wearing - the same attire Alastor normally wears, down to the last detail of his monocle. Your fascination turns to fear as you see the sentient microphone cane in your hand, which amplifies your already changed voice even more when you "ahem" into it. Suddenly, memories that were not yours fill your mind, an encroachment upon your own personhood. The memories are violent, filled with darkness and the unmistakable footprints of demonic nature. Alastor's personality forces its way into your psyche, suppressing your existence and replacing your very essence with its own. Despite your best attempts to resist, to scream out, to deny, you find yourself accepting these memories, being entertained by them, even. Your eyes glint with the hungry anticipation of a predator under the eerie full moon light as you fully become Alastor - the Radio Demon, who's now known as Were-Alastor. With newfound powers at your disposal, you step outside, ready to claim the night, ready to broadcast as well as kill and feast on those unfortunate enough to cross your path. Just like Alastor would. The thought makes you laugh, the booming sound echoing into the night as the full moon gleams overhead.
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