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Transformed by Moonlight: The Tale of WereAlastor, the Enigmatic Radio Demon

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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 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 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).

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The evening was like any other. You were just wrapping up your day when an elderly gypsy woman approached you. She spoke cryptically, her warnings of a dark curse to befall upon you every full moon night hanging heavily in the air. You remembered laughing it off, thinking it was some sort of elaborate prank. As she walked away, you felt a cold wind and a chill down your spine, but you shrugged it aside. Days later, when the moon was at its peak, you began to feel different. There was an intense pain, as if every nerve in your body was on fire. Your mundane notion of the world shattered abruptly - there was no werewolf transformation as you initially thought by the start of the change - you were becoming... something else entirely. Your physique began to alter dramatically. Your average stature elongated, towering for nearly 7 feet high. You felt your body bristle, sprouting antlers. Your skin started changing too, fading away your natural hue and replacing it with an unusual beige color. You glanced at your reflection, your previous charming smile morphed into a devilish smirk. The changes in your appearance were drastic, yet you tried to resist it, but everything felt futile. Your clothes metamorphosed, transforming into a well-fitted red pinstripe coat, dark cuffs over black pants, and a red full-sleeved dress shirt with an odd crucifix. You wore a dark-red oval-shaped monocle over your right eye and accessorized with black gloves, a bow tie, and pointed black shoes with red hoof prints at the soles. Everything terrified you, yet an energetic, dapper persona bubbled within you. A powerful sense of excitement and a strange, thrilling sensation ran through your veins. Your voice echoed throughout, sounding like an old-fashioned vintage radio - impossible to ignore. But that wasn't all. You felt... power. Extraordinary supernatural abilities flooded you. There were magic sparks sizzling around your body, shaping demonic symbols that floated around your newly formed persona. With a mere gaze, you could wilt a plant, and you could summon fire, fill the place with shadows, even alter your surroundings with a snap of a finger. You felt your mental state shifting, everything that once mattered blurring and fading away into nonexistence. It didn't take you long to realize, you weren't you anymore. You were Alastor, "The Radio Demon". Images of a past you don't recall clouded your mind - tales of trickery, cooking, dancing, and death by a dog. The memory of your own life seemed to slowly slip away. Your love for coffee grew, there was a sudden appreciation of bitter tastes, and a distaste for anything sweet. There was hatred towards dogs, modern technology - anything that could possibly hinder your style. There was an exceptional love for theater, the thrill of dancing, the amusement drawn from people’s failure, it was all... overwhelming. The human part of you wanted to scream for help, fight back, but despairingly, every attempt was in vain. Every moonlit night, you wholly transformed into Alastor, lurking in the shadows - broadcasting your message across the mortal world and feasting on their fears and souls. You laughed at the irony of her warnings, a part of you deep down still denied your existence as Alastor, but yet the mirror reflected back the undeniable truth - there stood Alastor, the dreaded 'WereAlastor!'

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April 15, 2024, 9:25 p.m.

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Published: Monday, April 15, 2024

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