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Question: Write a 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).
### The Curse of Alastor The old gypsy woman’s words echoed in your mind, her eyes gleaming with an uncanny light. "At the peak of the full moon, ye shall become a creature of darkness," she had said, her voice tinged with an ancient curse. You had laughed at the time, dismissing her words as the ramblings of a madwoman. But tonight, bathed in the silver glow of a full moon, your skin prickles with a strange sensation. "It's just my imagination," you mutter to yourself, trying to shake off the unease. You take a deep breath, but the air feels heavier, thick with an unseen force. Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through your spine, your muscles tensing uncontrollably. "What... What’s happening?" you gasp, clutching at your sides. Your heart races as you feel your bones shifting beneath your skin, elongating, twisting painfully. Your body stretches taller, your limbs growing unnaturally thin, your shoulders broadening. A scream rips from your throat, but it sounds garbled, distorted, as if coming from an old-fashioned radio. Panic surges through you as your voice begins to change, deepening into a rich, manly tone with a peculiar transatlantic accent. "No! This can't be real!" you cry out, but your voice is no longer your own. It reverberates with a sinister undertone, making your skin crawl. "Oh dear, struggling won't help you now!" you hear yourself say, but it's not you speaking. It's Alastor - the Radio Demon. Your reflection in a nearby window confirms your worst fears. Your face reshapes, becoming that of a man in his 30s-40s, with an unnaturally broad, permanent smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. Beige-colored skin replaces your own, and your hair turns a striking pinkish-red with black tips, styled into an angled bob-cut. Two black-tipped tufts of hair rise like the ears of a deer, and small black antlers protrude from the crown of your head. You try to fight it, pushing against the invasive memories and personality, but they flood in relentlessly. Vivid images of a past life engulf your mind. The smell of your mother’s cooking, the sound of the stock market crashing in 1929, the thrill of performing pranks, the satisfaction of watching people fail. Desperation claws at you as you try to hold onto your past, but it's slipping away, replaced by the flamboyant, charming, yet dark personality of Alastor. "Smile, it’s showtime!" your mouth forces out, your voice now fully merged with his. Clothes materialize over your form, a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels and a bright red dress-shirt underneath. You feel the weight of a monocle over your right eye, and a black knotted bowtie completes the transformation. Black gloves with red fingertips cover your hands, now ending in red claws. Your mind screams, but it's a distant echo now, drowned by Alastor’s overwhelming presence. The viewer shakes in shock as your perspective fully shifts. You are Alastor - and nothing else. With a flourish, you twirl the thin cane with a vintage microphone. "Good evening, sinners of Hell! Alastor is here to broadcast the night's delights!" you announce gleefully, your voice crisp and ancient, as if echoing from a vintage radio. You revel in your newfound powers - demon transformation, shadow manipulation, pyrokinesis, and more. You step into the night, your shadow warping around you, teleporting effortlessly. Calls for help reach your ears, but they only make you grin wider. Feasting upon the fear and despair of mortals, you broadcast your actions, ensuring Hell's denizens know Alastor’s reign of terror continues. "Ah, how delightful it is to be back," you muse, a dark chuckle escaping your lips. Vivid red symbols, like voodoo veve, float around you, their ominous glow reflecting in your dark-red eyes. "Who’s ready for tonight’s entertainment?" As you dance through the moonlit streets, thoughts of your previous life as a mundane human fade entirely. You are Alastor, the Radio Demon, and under the light of the full moon, you reign supreme. "No one can escape my show," you laugh, as the moon continues to shine down on your immortal, dapper, and thoroughly demonic form.
The day started normally, the sun glistening off the glass skyscrapers as you wove through the city's concrete maze. However, things dramatically changed when you crossed paths with an elderly gypsy woman. In a chillingly raspy voice, she declared, "For your cold heart, you will turn into the beast under a full moon!" You dismissed her words as delirious ramblings and continued with your day – but boy, you were wrong. Days had passed, and tonight was the night where the full moon graced the sky with its luminous presence. As the sun made a hasty retreat underneath the horizon, the moon began making its way upwards. You were closing the blinds and preparing for bed when warmth spread through your body. Trying to suppress the panic bubbling in your chest, you reminded yourself about the gypsy woman's "curse." With a gasp, you felt your body begin to stretch, growing taller until you towered at 7 feet. Your clothing transformed into a dapper red pinstriped suit and a bright red dress shirt. Your fingers extended, and claw-like sharp fingers replaced your ordinary human ones. A quick glance in the mirror reflected a being with unnaturally beige-colored skin, eyes replaced by dark red sclerae and irises, and a non-fading wide, toothy grin. A voice, echoing from an old-fashioned vintage radio, flowed through your lips, crisp and clear, yet panic-inducing. Although you tried to hold on to your identity, on the surface, you were no longer yourself. Instead, you were the spitting image of Alastor, the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. As the physical transformations settled down, your mind began to tangle, replacing your memories with Alastor's. Your personality, likes, dislikes, even your food preferences were overwritten. The Radio Demon's larger-than-life personality, baritone voice, love for old films, Shakespearian theatre, and traditional culture swallowed any reminiscences of yourself. You tried to fight back, scream, do anything, but it was as though you were trapped in a body, a vessel that was no longer yours. For a relentless tide of moments, you fought the invasion of Alastor's influence upon your mind. But the thrumming pulse of powers at your fingertips was intoxicating. The once familiar landscape of your mind was painted with Alastor's memories, his experiences of demonic magic, shadow manipulation, and the ancient resonance of deal-making. The cultural richness, the love for vintage music - it was all part of you now. As your struggles gradually faded, you found yourself accepting your new persona, the Radio Demon's charm insidiously taking over. You wore a broad irresistible grin and enjoyed invading people's personal spaces, chuckled at cruel pranks, and indulged in venison and dark humor. You were no longer the person you once were. You were Alastor – the charming, smiling, larger-than-life Radio Demon. From that day forward, every full moon, you transformed. A pleasant yet cunning man in the day, and the feared Radio Demon broadcasting his mischief at night. The curse had taken full effect, and your past life was nothing more than echoes in the chambers of your mind, replaced by the rhythmic broadcasts of Alastor. As Alastor once said, "What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the Stock Market Crash of 1929!" And as the Radio Demon, you embraced life's bizarre theatre.
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