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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 Alastor, to broadcast as well as feast on 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).
Part 1: The Curse You bounced into an alleyway, filled with lively zest and oddly refreshing night air. An unmistakable sound of crushed gravel echoed through the alleyway as a sway-backed, old lady came into focus. Her gaunt face tilted up, with two wells full of sinister glee for eyes. She hissed a curse, something vile and ominous. You laughed it off, believing it nothing more than an eerie prank of a strange, sward-eyed crone. Part 2: The Transformation A few days later, the moon was full and hung in the sky like a colossal luminary. You could feel an inexplicable nervousness creeping into your veins. A sudden twitching began, spreading through your body like wildfire. But you weren't turning into a werewolf as you initially thought. Pain pricked nerve and bone. Tendrils of your memory and self-awareness faded away, replaced by foreign thoughts. Somehow, amidst this chaos, a single name stuck out: Alastor. Your body began to stretch, height increasing rapidly. Growth spasms wracked your body, growing inches taller than your original height to reach the imposing figure of 7 feet. You notice your fingers, thin with skin stretched taut, ending in red claw-tipped fingers. A glance downward confirmed your hooved feet, similar in color. The changes moving upwards, your clothes morphing into a red pinstripe coat and long black dress pants. You felt weight increase on the right side of your face, reaching up to find a monocle lodged over your right eye. Looking in a nearby reflective surface, you noticed your hair, now a pinkish-red bob-cut with black points. Two small black antlers protruded from your scalp, curving slightly towards each other. The physical transformations horrified you, but the mental changes were worse. Part 3: The Mental Changes Your personality began to warp, reshaping into one you hardly recognized. Existing memories were replaced by new ones, of a human life lived in the early 20th century only to die brutally before becoming who you were now. Your easy smile morphed into a broad, unchanging grin. Your mellow voice was now rendered into an unyielding, rhythmic cadence: a melody of the bygone era, broadcast out to an audience unseen. You gazed down at your body in horror. "What is happening to me?" Your voice echoed eerily, not yours anymore, but Alastor's, sounding as if you were talking through a vintage radio. The fight was short-lived, the personality and memories of Alastor were overpowering. Attempting to hold onto the scraps of your identity was in vain as the recollections of the past became cankers of unfamiliarity. You gradually began to forget your previous life. Part 4: The Awakening Now, in full form in every full moon's night, you, Alastor, walked around freely in the world. You could now control the shadows, create portals at will, and intimidator many with your charismatic yet devilish demeanor. You would broadcast through the cold night, weaving tales and chatting in your usual charming way. Being human was a thing of the past. Once possessing a thrill for life, your interests had now drastically changed. You had a profound love for broadcasting, your tone immaculate, fitting for the newly transformed demon. You loved the theatre, dancing, and cooking. However, the bitterness disgusted you, as did anything sweet. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon, a once teeming spirit now a flickering echo of 1930s grandeur. In every full moon night, you, now Alastor, would roam during your few hours of ascension. In the day, you'd regress, stuck in solitude until the moon rose high. The curse of the old woman was more than just a prank; it was a new existence, an endless cycle you were bound to until eternity.
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