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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 completely transformed into Alastor (known to himself and the terrified humans as "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor" (which he also calls himself) 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 and their souls from the mortal world every night on Earth 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).
It was a typical day in your life until you drew the ire of an old gypsy woman who, for some reason, harbored a grudge against you. With a spiteful hiss, she spouted a curse. You remember laughing, dismissing it as a harmless threat—a bit of spooky fun. How wrong you were. The day of the full moon arrived. Though you’d all but forgotten the old woman’s words, the dull ache in your bones and an unsettling anticipation reminded you of something. Alone at home, you found yourself growing weary, a strange ravenous hunger taking hold. As the moon shone high in the night sky, the transformation began. Your form elongated, easily reaching a towering seven feet. You felt your body warping, slimming unnaturally as the silhouette of Alastor the Radio Demon molded onto you. Your hair changed as well, turning into a pinkish-red angled bob-cut touched with black tips, and you found yourself reaching up to touch the small, black-tipped antlers protruding from your head. A glance in the mirror revealed the sharp contrast of your new beige-colored skin against a set of sinister yellow teeth. You reached out to touch the mirror, your fingers ending in red, claw-like tips. A shiver went through you, warm, reassuring. Suddenly, mundane objects in your house transmuted into elements of the supernatural. A thin cane with a vintage microphone mounted on it appeared in your hand. A dark-red monocle seemed to replace your glasses. New attire materialized onto your body as though conjured from the air—a red pinstriped coat, a bright red dress-shirt, and long black dress pants. "This can't be happening," you said, but your voice was no longer your own. It was the rich, omnipresent baritone of Alastor, tinged with a static noise that felt like it’d been channeled through an old radio. You tried to hang onto the remnants of your human memories, your past life. However, every recollection was swept away as new memories filled the void. Ballrooms filled with beautiful demonesses, meals of soul-infused jambalaya, and the bitter-sweet notes of strong liquor. Alastor’s memories, his persona, were becoming your reality. His quirky charm prevailed, pushing the corners of your mouth into a wide grin, a mask you couldn't remove. For a moment, suffocating anxiety gripped you. But it was steadily replaced by a heady rush. The sheer thrill of being all-powerful, of having people quiver at your merest smirk was intoxicating. You could taste their fear, and it was delicious. Your mind swirled with ideas of how you could announce your presence to the mortal realm, toying with the idea of broadcasting your voice across radio channels. Your fingers itched to play disturbingly delightful sound effects, your voice ever ready to spin the tales of a sinfully-transformed mortal. You already knew their reaction—terror, awe, and disbelief. Such negative emotions would be satiating, food for your insatiable hunger. Your powers felt limitless. You contemplated using them and the intense pleasure it would derive from doing so. You could alter their lives, invade their personal spaces, and feed on their desperate pleas for mercy. Oh, the joy! The gypsy woman's "gift" was now a blessing in disguise, an unveiling of the 'real' you. By the end of the night, surrounded by chaos, the transformation was done. You were Alastor, and there was no return. Remember, dear listener, be careful what you laugh at. For what may seem a living nightmare to a harmless mortal can turn out to be a thrilling adventure when you are a nomadic demon of the radio.
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