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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an identical clone of Alastor (from the adults 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, the same age as Alastor's exact age as Alastor, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression, 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 his clone), he is a slim (having an unnaturally thin torso, neck, arms, and legs, except his shoulers are broad), dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. 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. 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 Alastor is getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than stereotypical pure evil monsters. So Alastor (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off, and is unable to stop smiling against his/her will), thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. 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 just another uneventful day when the realm between the real world and the animated world of Hazbin Hotel intertwined - courtesy of Alastor, the Radio Demon. Known as a jaunty and eternally smiling demonic creature, Alastor had finally gotten tired of being perceived as an evil monster by his human audience. "Let's see how they fare in my shoes," he mused, a roguish gleam in his red eyes. That's when he noticed you, an audience member, who perceived demons as nothing more than distasteful, abominable creatures. A wicked grin spread across Alastor's face, setting his plan into motion. Within seconds, he manifested himself in your reality and brought you into the bizarre world of Hazbin Hotel. Fragments of the multi-eyed demonic skyline filled your vision, your breath hitched in terror. Gently raising his clawed hand, he drew upon his magic. A glowing red halo of symbols appeared around him and drifted towards you. You braced at the impact, but there was only a warm sensation, wrapping around you like a velvety cloak. A gradual change began to unfurl within you. Desperately, you tried to fight it off, yet a strange force willfully pulled your lips into a broad grin. Your body felt like it was unwinding, elongating, and your skin took on a beige-hue. The once comfortable clothes were replaced by a fitted red pinstriped coat, a vibrant red dress shirt spotted with a black cross, black pants, and matching cuffs. A monocle adorned your right eye, and a black bow tie settled snugly on your throat. Further down, your fingers stretched into long clawed appendages while your feet transformed into hooves. A quick look at the mirror revealed two antler-like protrusions on your head, completing the demonic transformation. But the physical novelty was not the part you feared; it was the mental invasion, the eventual replacement of your memories, your identity with Alastor's. Clamping your eyes shut, you hoped to resist the wave of alien memories invading your conscience. But with each passing second, you felt yourself being pushed further into oblivion, your personality, memories gradually fading,, replaced with Alastor's. Every resistance seemed futile. Your memories, your life was swallowed by a void, filled in by Alastor's life. Remembered scenes of his human days became your recollections. You recalled his mother's cooking, his love for smiling, and even his distaste for being touched or his disdain for the sweetness of treats. Gradually, your resistance ceased. Who were you again? The question sounded old, antiquated. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon, a good-natured, charming man...or demon in this case. Gazing at your demonic appearance, you can't help but release a chuckle, tinged in amusement and acceptance. The transformation was complete, permanently changing you into the clone of Alastor, his new twin brother. Despite your initial wariness, the transformation was irrevocable, a one-way street you had to tread. "Yes, it does seem jolly good to walk a mile in my shoes, doesn't it?" Alastor mused aloud, an echo of victory evident in his voice. Strangely, you found yourself agreeing, your thoughts harmonizing with his. A change at first terrifying and unwelcome, now your new reality. Before you could think further, Alastor's next words jolted you back to reality. "How about some jambalaya then, dearest brother?" And much to your surprise, your mouth was already watering at the prospect.
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