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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 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, 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).
As you walked home one late afternoon in October, you came across an old gypsy woman sitting in an alleyway, her icy-blue eyes staring straight at you. She extended an ancient and gnarled hand, her palm open. "Beware the curse upon thee I cast, you shall transform under the full moon's light," she intoned ominously. You laughed it off as a bit of street theater and walked away, not giving the old woman another thought. But then the night of the full moon rolled around. It brought a chill, and your laughter was forgotten as an unnatural shiver ran down your spine. As you lay in bed, a sudden jolt of energy surged through you. It was as if electricity was flowing through your veins, quickening your heart and making your skin tingle uncomfortably. Panic gripped you; something was happening to your body, something vastly out of your control. You screamed out as a blinding pain enveloped you, your height stretching unnaturally fast, shooting up to 7 feet tall. Your body thinned, your torso, neck, arms, and legs echoing the lanky figure of an old-fashioned radio host. As your body doubled over in agony, your hair began to shift and change, forming into a pinkish-red bob cut with sharp black tips, two large tufts sprouting from your head like deer's ears. Next, your eyes burned as a dark red hue overpowered your natural eye color, a bright red iris surrounding a thin black pupil. Suddenly feeling light-headed, you stumbled towards a mirror, your heart pounding in your chest as you saw yourself - the transformation was nearly complete. Beige skin, a broad perpetual smile now etched onto your face revealing sharp yellow teeth, and two small black antlers began to emerge from your head. You cried out as the final waves of the transformation washed over you, your clothes starting to shift and change. Your shirt strained and stretched over your unnaturally thin body, slowly turning into a bright red dress shirt with a black cross stenciled upon it. Your pants started to become long, black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs, your shoes morphing into black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints imprinted upon the soles. Suddenly, your mind started to swirl. Memories of your past began to fade, erased as waves of new memories clouded your vision, memories of a life lead in the 1930s, of being a charismatic and ruthless radio show host. You tried to hold onto the fading fragments of your humanity, your life, but the mental transformation was relentless. Your personality began to warp, replaced by that of a demonic creature with a love for chaos and manipulation. Your voice changed, became scratchy and nostalgic, sounding exactly like an aged broadcast. "Well, this is certainly a turn of events!" you exclaimed. The voice was your own - yet it was not. With a sigh, you realized you had somehow materialized a thin cane with a sentient microphone attached at its end. "It looks like it's time for the show to begin." The rest of the night passed in a chaotic whirl, filled with dark laughter echoing through the night and humans falling prey to a radio demon. By the time the first light of dawn appeared, you found yourself watching the sunrise, a twinge of regret in your chest. But then, you smiled - you didn't just survive the night; you reveled in it. "Goes to show...you shouldn't underestimate an old gypsy's curse," you spoke, chuckling to yourself. The night was just the beginning - each full moon would bring the same transformation. A new life, or perhaps an old life regained. The curtain fell on your past, and the stage was set for the rise of Hazbin Hotel's Alastor, the Radio Demon.
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