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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into 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 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 completely transformed into Alastor (known as Were-Alastor due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night). Alastor, formerly the human reader, now broadcasts throughout the mortal realm (Earth) as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans from that world 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).
The gypsy woman's eyes bored into yours, her ominous words rattling around your skull. "By the next full moon, your transformation shall be complete." You merely laughed her off, believing this nonsense to be nothing more than a ghastly prank. Unknown to you, however, a cruel twist of fate awaited at the fringes of your reality. Days later, under the silver luminescence of the moon, you found yourself falling victim to a peculiar metamorphosis. You'd anticipated the snarling visage of a werewolf in light of the old cliché, but as your reflection became alien, you encountered the dreadful realization that your fate was far worse—you were morphing into Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. The moon's luster reflected off your changing form, and your skin took on a beige coloration. Your body grew unnaturally thin, your torso, neck, arms, and legs stretching painfully beyond their ordinary proportions. Your body expanded, growing rapidly until you reached a towering height of 7 feet tall. You reached up, fingers tracing the shocking pink-red bob-cut angled hair that now spilled from your scalp—with a start, you felt the two small black antlers protruding from the top of your head. Your reflection smirked back, an unnaturally wide, sharp-toothed grin stretching across your transforming face. The smile was macabre, permanently pinned from one side of your face to the other. The old you would've been terrified but the new you, Alastor, thrived on the disturbing spectacle. You tried fighting it, willing your mind to reject what your body had embraced, but you were met with defeat. The woman's curse rang through your ears like static from a radio. Alastor's memories overpowered yours, taking up residence in their rightful home. You'd been erased entirely, your past life nothing more than a swallowed echo. Now dressed in a dashing red pinstripe coat with a black cross vest underneath and matching red cuff pants, you seemed to be a character straight out of an animation. The red oval-shaped monocle that now adorned your right eye only added to your cartoonish appearance. The names you had borne as a mortal human were no more. Her curse had been fulfilled, and against your unwilling acceptance, you had become Alastor. "You're one sight for sore eyes," you addressed your new reflection, your voice crackling through the air like an old-fashioned radio. Alastor's memories whispered: it was time to broadcast your arrival. “Attention, sinners," you boomed, your voice encompassing the still night, "Alastor's in the house!" As the new Alastor, you discovered a host of unknown powers. You began to manipulate shadows, your surroundings contorting under your will, and you found delight in showcasing your new demon form, your eyes glowing with unholy light as your antlers grew. Under the steady rhythm of your own amusement, you realized you'd stopped fighting against the invasion of Alastor's memories and personality. They seemed to fit you like gloves now. You were no longer the person you used to be – you were the Radio Demon of Hell. When the dire transformation was over, and the sunlight began to creep upon the horizon, you were left with a bitter smile. The mortal world had grown quiet around you, the humans unaware of the new terror that prowled the nights. Every full moon, the cycle repeated. With each transformation, your inclination to resist softened while your acceptance of this new life hardened. You took to broadcasting events in Hell, feasting upon unfortunate souls, delighting in their despair. The curse of the full moon had reshaped your reality into a nightmare, blurring the line between you and Alastor. You no longer remembered anything from the life before the curse. Instead of a nightmare, this transformation felt more like home. To them, you were a monster, a creature striding in the veil of the full moonlight. But, to you, you had become something even more terrifying: you had become Alastor.
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