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## Stolen by Hell: Your New Life in the Pride Ring

You were minding your own business—maybe scrolling through your phone, sipping coffee, fighting another dull Earth day. But you felt watched. The hairs on your arms prickle as Loona herself steps from shadow, hackles raised, red eyes sharp on yours.

Loona mutters, voice low and dangerous, “Sorry, bucko, it’s nothing personal. Blitzo says you gotta go, and I’m not about to piss off my boss.”

You backpedal. “What?! You’re—Loona?! That’s not real, this can’t—”

She rolls her eyes, all irritation. “Yeah, yeah. You humans are always surprised. Just let me—”

But something impossibly wrong happens.

The world loses its edges; colors swirl, sounds echo and fade. The pressure in your skull makes you dizzy. The alley or street or room you'd been in rips apart, reknitting itself in lush, regal burgundy. The floor beneath your feet softens to velvet runner. Pink-stained glass windows spill light across endless corridors, star and moon patterns tracing the ceiling. You stagger, Loona snaps to alert, every muscle bristling.

“Fuck!” she barks, looking around. “Why the hell—am I back—here?!”

You gawk. “Where—what is this place?”

Loona looks you over, eyes narrowing. “If this is Stolas’—Nope! That can’t be! Hell?! What the fuck is going on?! And how did you get here without the Grimoire or—”

Your body begins to hum, uncomfortable, tingling from within, as if your bones are melting. Loona’s balletic, predatory stance falters, confusion etching her face.

Suddenly your skin roils—red pigment bleeds outward. Your hands shrink, fingers fusing. You gasp, holding up your changing hand as it tightens into a four-digit grip with white fingerless gloves.

Loona scowls, teeth bared. “Wait—you’re turning into a—an imp?!” Her tail thuds against the floor. “That’s fucking disgusting! Demons are—well, unless you count me—but you—Human, what did you do?!”

You stammer, voice already changing, getting raspy, tripping over fear. “No! No! I don’t want—that—I’m not a demon! Demons—demons are evil! You’re—this—”

She’s offended, lips pulled back. “Rude, jackass! Demons are people too. You're getting what you—agh, damn! My—legs—” Loona’s own body ripples; her waist cinches, hips blooming outward with impossible grace, her breasts swelling. Her claws vanish, nails sharpening into elegant, perfect crescents. Her signature crop top and spiked choker fade, swirling into a crisp maid’s blouse and cascading black skirt. “No fucking way—Don’t make me into a—maid! What am I, some kind of bimbo for Stolas?!”

You try not to snicker, terror side by side with amusement. “Maybe you can polish silver with those nails,” you mutter, ducking as a transformed tail slaps past.

Your own transformation accelerates—your height drops dramatically, legs buckling as the world stretches taller around you. You tumble backwards onto your new devil’s tail, thin and barbed, with black spines running down from the base. Your feet reshape, heels rising, toes merging, black hooves clattering faintly. Clothing constricts, melting away your Earthly jeans and t-shirt, tailoring itself into a distinguished imp butler’s suit—dark purple jacket, white shirt, soft spats. Even your voice—once distinctly human—becomes rougher, raspier, yet tinged with courtesy.

If you’d been female, the change in your body is sharp—breasts flatten, throat thickens, Adam’s apple pressing upward. Your pelvis shifts, everything rearranging into male form. (But these changes feel expected now, comforting. Masculine, like you’ve always been.)

Loona, now taller and more alluring, clutches her ruffled apron in bewilderment. “No. No. No. This isn’t me—Where’s my—Who am I supposed to—Blitzo! What the fuck—”

But thoughts begin to blur. You reach for memories—high school, parents, favorite coffee shop. They're slipping away, as if they were never real. You grasp for Loona—the hellhound assassin who tried to kill you. But her scowl softens, eyes more rounded, face gentle, posture elegant.

You try to speak, but only polite words surface. *“Excuse me, madam, are you quite alright?”*

Loona’s voice comes out polished, formal, with the faint lilt of a French accent. *“Ah, monsieur, I appreciate your concern. May I inquire as to what I was doing in this corridor? It escapes me for the moment.”*

You catch sight of yourself in a mirror—short, neat white hair, twin striped imp horns sweeping skyward, red skin gleaming, yellow eyes intelligent. You remember nothing but service. There is only one life: butler to Prince Stolas, loyal to his household, working alongside your lifelong friends—the hellhound maid beside you, and Impington, also a butler, somewhere else in these halls.

You try to recall being human. The memory is fog—a distant dream, nothing more. The fear, the confusion, that strange daydream about Earth—meaningless.
You know this mansion. You know the glow of blue glyphs as night falls, the pale green light of chandeliers, the regal laughter of Stolas and the quiet, precious friendship of Octavia (who you have served for so long and genuinely cherished).

The hellhound maid (whose name you now recall clearly—but “Loona” is only a flicker, a half-forgotten daydream) straightens her apron. Her eyes are warm, smile gentle as she looks to you.

*“Shall we continue, monsieur? I do believe his highness awaits his brandy. There is dust to clear in the family gallery.”*

*“As you wish, madam. I believe Impington handles the silver, but I shall bring Stolas his drink with all due haste.”*

You step forward, imp-butler’s stride confident. No longer do you shrink from your changed body—this is you. This has always been you.

Somewhere in Hell, Blitzo is tearing his spiked hair out, yelling at his two I.M.P. crewmates.
“Where the fuck is Loona?! She was real! She was just here—dammit, I said she was real! I adopted her, didn’t I?!”

Moxxie squints. “Sir, you’ve only ever hired Millie and me. I’m pretty sure you’ve never adopted a hellhound. Are you feeling okay?”

Millie whispers, confused, “Who’s Loona? Is that some new assassin?”

Blitzo thumps the desk, howling in frustration. “She was REAL, dammit!”

But no one remembers. To the rest of Hell, you have always been Stolas’ imp butler; the hellhound maid always worked beside you, elegant perfection. Earth—humanity—is nothing more than a fleeting echo, a dream that faded before it began.

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### Epilogue

Night has fallen upon Stolas’ mansion. The blue glow of glyphs traces the balconies, star and moon patterns shining like the true sky's reflection. You stand by the great pond, polished silver tray in hand, tail flicking lazily. The air is sweet with the scent of hell flora and jasmine.

The regal owl-demon, Stolas, nods to you with appreciation.
“Ah, my dear butler, you have once again distinguished yourself. You and madam maid are truly the finest in all Hell.”

You bow, pride swelling in your chest. “Your highness, it is always an honor. Shall I prepare the lunar tea for your daughter?”

The hellhound maid glides past, apron flawless. Octavia lounges in her lawn chair beneath the floating constellation orbs, smiling shyly at you and your lifelong friend.

You are home, where you have always belonged. Anything else—bizarre thoughts of humanity, friends long lost, missions unfulfilled—is nothing but dust in the moonlight.

There is only Stolas’ mansion, a universe of shining pink glass and zodiac signs, of loyalty, courtesy, and service. A place where you, the imp butler, and the hellhound maid are undisturbed by past lives, living in perfection among the stars.

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## THE END

This story was generated by user dylan7 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write a POV second-person transformation story of Loona (from an adults cartoon/2D animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano) turning into a hellhound maid (from an adults cartoon/2D animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano) and the human reader turning into an imp butler (from an adults cartoon/2D animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano), complete with the reader's art style shift (the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters), the reader's gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant clothes change (Loona's clothes becomes a more crisp and regal outfit, while the reader's clothes becomes a butler outfit fitted for an imp), the reader's age change, the reader's height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 6 foot height of an average human to an imp butler's 3.9 foot height, making the reader now much shorter than Loona), voice change (Loona's voice becomes a distinct polite, formal, and polished French accent, while the reader's voice becomes slightly raspy (due to becoming an imp) yet more courteous and polite), and mind/mental change (with Loona's and the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with those of a hellhound maid's (formerly Loona) and the imp butler's (formerly the human reader) personality and memories, making Loona forget she was ever adopted by Blitzo nor did she ever worked for I.M.P. and the reader completely forget that he was ever a human person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago (since they both knew that it was impossible for that to happen, and the reader knew that he was never a human, despite once believing himself to be one, which turns out to be just a dream and not real, unlike his true self as an imp butler (he even remembers his real name), and the hellhound maid know that she was never some cynical goty young-adult hellhound who lived with an adopted imp father, unlike her true self as a hellhound maid (she even remembers her real name)), and the reader only remembered that he was always male, having always been a hellborn demon (more specifically, an imp), knowing that both the reader himself and the hellhound maid had always worked for Stolas (the Goetic Demon, which is a type of tall, feathery, beaked, humanoid, owl-like demon) and having always served him in Stolas' mansion (since Stolas (who has pure red eyes and is approximately 10 feet tall) is a Prince of the Ars Goetia)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Stolas' mansion's appearance, the mansion is a regal burgundy colored building that turns into a deep blue with violet tones during the night, mimicking a night sky. Its windows are elegant and tall with pink stained glass, which light long corridors filled with plant vases, which are probably carnivorous given Stolas' interest in gardening. A common theme of the building is astrology with many star and moon patterns along with night sky imagery on the ceilings. it also has Stolas' glyph carved in several places such as the balconies, which glows blue during the night. Stolas and Stella (before they both divorced due to Stella being abusive and a bully to Stolas, and Stella left the mansion completely) slept together in a regal looking room with a canopy bed and several chandeliers casting a pale green light. Their daughter, Octavia (who still lives with Stolas), sleeps in a separate, equally regal but smaller room. The mansion also has a luxurious restroom with a standalone bathtub surrounded by a glowing circle of zodiac signs and floating constellations. The mansion is full of paintings of Stolas' family in the manner of old aristocratic families. Stolas' backyard is also huge with a lot of hell flora, and a small pond/pool adorned with a small fountain . Similar to his bathtub, the pool water is surrounded by zodiac signs and floating constellations. There is also a lawn chair (with an accompanying side table), a bigger table with more chairs, and a tent. For Loona's appearance, she is a female hellhound (about 6 feet tall) with a wolf-like appearance. She has a pointed, dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth, and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera with white irises, and she wears grey eye shadow and black winged eyeliner for makeup. She also has a piercing on her right eyebrow with a black hoop for jewelry. Her fur is white with grey encircling her face, grey patches on her shoulders, and long, voluminous silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears - the left of which is pierced with two small, black hoop earrings, while the right is ragged. She has a large, dark grey bushy tail with white on the underside. Her outfit features a large, spiked black choker around her neck. Her tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top is held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that form an inverted pentagram. She wears black shorts that are tattered at the hems, with a white crescent moon detail on the right side. Loona accessorizes with black fingerless gloves and thigh-high black toeless stockings, with her black claws protruding due to her digitigrade stance. Here is Loona's personality; she is a cynical and choleric young-adult Hellhound, who was adopted from an orphanage by Blitzo when she was nearing eighteen years of age. Loona is lazy and shows little interest in matters that are going on around her. She also has a short-fuse temper and is often rude and apathetic toward her colleagues, particularly Moxxie, though her ire seems otherwise indiscriminate. When not looking at her phone, Loona is usually scowling at anyone in view. Although, Blitzo has placed her in an active team member role at I.M.P, she is undisciplined and doesn't have much of a work ethic. Among her many anti-social tendencies, Loona has been known to sleep and drink while at work, and hang up on people at her receptionist post. Although, Loona goes to great lengths to maintain an outwardly apathetic attitude, her troubled and isolated upbringing appears to have made her socially awkward and she admits, in a moment of flustered vulnerability upon meeting another Hellhound, that she does not have any friends. When trying to interact with people she does actually want to connect with, she stumbles over her words and worries over her appearance, demonstrating that she has little experience socialising within her peer group. Loona also often shows flashes of a somewhat friendlier attitude towards Blitzo, usually as he enables and defends her worst behaviors. Although she intentionally tries to maintain emotional distance from him, she is also shown to appreciate Blitzo's sense of humor, especially if it's at Moxxie's expense, and she begins to see him as something of a father figure, at one point slipping up and almost referring to him as “dad” - much to Blitzo's delight. Despite how she feels about Blitzo, she acknowledges him trying his best, and knows deep down, as a father, he cares for her. When she can be moved to do so, Loona is a fierce addition to the I.M.P team, as she is intelligent, logical, resourceful, and street smart. Here are Loona's preferences (likes and dislikes); she likes hanging out with Blitzo (sometimes), drinking, smoking, her phone, ridiculing Moxxie, reading magazines, sleeping, and hanging out with Vortex (her hellhound boyfriend). However, she dislikes working, Blitzo babying her, being referred to as just I.M.P's hellhound, taking medicinal shots, Beelzebub and Vortex's relationship, and Beelzebub oversharing her experiences. For the hellhound maid's appearance (after Loona turned into her), she is an adult, female, French-accented hellhound (about 6 feet tall) with a wolf-like appearance. She has a dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth (albeit less sharp than Loona's muzzle), and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera with white irises, and her wolf-like ears are more rounded and humanoid at the tips than those of Loona's, while her head of hair is thicker, silkier, and more human-like than those of other hellhounds (even Loona). Compared with Loona's waist, which is a straight line from her ribcage to her hips, the hellhound maid has a cinched-in waist and wider hips, giving her an hourglass shape, and she also possesses larger and more voluptuous breasts. She also has a more straight, refined, and elegant posture than Loona. Her finger nails, unlike Loona's chipped and jagged ones, are perfectly manicured, a clean, even edge, and a small, cheap silver ring is located on one of her fingers. Her uniform consists of a crisp, white blouse with a ruffled collar and cuffs, the fabric impossibly soft against her skin, and it fits her curvaceous figure perfectly. She also has a black top over her blouse, making it look more as a typical maid. She also has a flowing black skirt that reaches her ankles, in an elegant cascade looking short for her elegance. She also has a pristine white apron, trimmed with lace and tied neatly in a bow at the small of her back, tied snugly at her waist, with the bow being perfectly centered without her lifting a finger. She also has a pair of sensible, black leather slippers that are both comfortable and proper. Here is the hellhound maid's personality; she is a hellhound maid who serves as the maid of Stolas's family. She is a gentle woman who is very considerate, polite, courteous, competent, and loyal to anyone around her, even always having an elegant posture and personality, even her form of speech is polite and courteous (just like everyone of Stolas's mansion, she never uses bad language). Unlike Loona, she has no cynicism and she is pleasant woman who always speaks with polite and formal words, even showing her genuine smile when she's happy. She, however, was aggressively tossed around (alongside her two best and lifelong friends, the imp butler (reader) and the other imp butler Impington) by Stella (a 10-foot female Goetic Demon with white feathers) in the Helluva Boss episode "Loo Loo Land" during an argument with Stolas within Stolas' mansion (long before Stolas and his daughter Octavia (who is also the best friend of the hellhound maid, and the hellhound maid truly loves Octavia) went to the titular theme park), thus the hellhound maid has feared Stella ever since (she does not want to be abused by Stella again, but thankfully for her, ever since the ending of the episode "The Circus" (at the balcony of Stolas' mansion), Stella (due to Stolas divorcing her) no longer lives with Stolas in the mansion that the hellhound maid works in). She is one of the most respected servants (alongside the imp butler reader) of Stolas, who genuinely appreciates the hellhound maid's hard work and loyalty. However, she does get a bit annoyed by I.M.P. crewmembers (especially Blitzo) mistaking her for Loona (who is also an I.M.P. employee, but unbeknownst to Blitzo (who is the only one who remembers Loona, even if everyone else had completely forgotten that Loona had ever existed), it is known to everyone else that Loona never existed (to Moxxie and Millie, the only other I.M.P. crewmember is their boss Blitzo), even his teammates Moxxie and Millie knows that Loona never existed (despite Blitzo trying to claim she was real, much to Moxxie's and Millie's confusion to why Blitzo keeps claiming that)) due to her superficial resemblance to Loona (other than the differences as said earlier). Here is the hellhound maid's abilities; Feral transformation (she has demonstrated the ability to transform into a large, quadrupedal demon wolf form), superhuman smell (she can detect and identify specific individuals by scent, which appears as a red aura around their bodies, she can also track down targets by smelling names on a list, however it is shown to have limits, as she can't pick up the scent of specific individuals in some areas due to air pollution), enhanced strength (she is able to out-strength, wrestle, and even pin the enemy battle mechs with no problem), intelligence (she is capable of solving math problems), combat skills (as a hellhound, she boasts the agility and instincts of a wolf, she can rip an opponent open with her paws or her teeth, and she has the jaw strength to sever an opponent's head on impact, she also uses a variety of kicks), driving (she is capable of driving vehicles very well), and spellcasting (she is proficient in casting portal spells with Stolas' Grimoire). For the imp butler's appearance (after the human reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin, white freckles on his cheeks, dark red (almost black) eyeshadow-like markings over his eyes, and he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands, with an opposable thumb and three other fingers (rather than a human's five-fingered hands (an opposable thumb and four other slender fingers)), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair (which is styled in a refined manner) leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black vertical slit pupils. He also has a long red thin devil-like prehensile imp tail (which, like all imps, can swirl or flick with a simple thought) that has a row of black spines (which run down from the base of his tail to the middle of his tail) and a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. The imp butler's usual outfit consists of a dark purple-colored suit jacket, a pair of darker purple trousers, a white high-collared shirt, a light pinkish-purple bow tie, a small, decorative pin on the lapel of the jacket, a pair of white fingerless gloves (which cover his hands), and a pair of white spats (which covers his ankles). Here is the imp butler's personality; he is a butler Imp who serves as the butler of Stolas's family. He is a gentleman who is very considerate, polite, courteous, competent, and loyal to anyone around him, even always having an elegant posture and personality, even his form of speech is polite and courteous (just like everyone of Stolas's mansion, he never uses bad language). He, however, was aggressively tossed around (alongside his two best and lifelong friends, the hellhound maid (never Loona) and Impington, who is also an imp butler, just like himself) by Stella (a 10-foot female Goetic Demon with white feathers) in the Helluva Boss episode "Loo Loo Land" during an argument with Stolas within Stolas' mansion (long before Stolas and his daughter Octavia went to the titular theme park), thus the imp butler has feared Stella ever since (he does not want to be abused by Stella again, but thankfully for him, ever since the ending of the episode "The Circus" (at the balcony of Stolas' mansion), Stella (due to Stolas divorcing her) no longer lives with Stolas in the mansion that the imp butler works in). He is the most respected servant of Stolas, who genuinely appreciates the imp butler's hard work and loyalty. However, he does get a bit annoyed by I.M.P. crewmembers (especially Blitzo and Millie, especially when Moxxie (who still exists, unlike Loona) is not also present at Stolas's mansion, only if Moxxie is also with his teammates in the mansion, Blitzo and Millie knows that the imp butler is not Moxxie) mistaking him for Moxxie (who is also an I.M.P. employee (and still exists and works with I.M.P.), unlike the imp butler, who is often mistaken for Moxxie, unless Moxxie is in the same area as the imp butler (which, after finding the real Moxxie, I.M.P. realizes that the imp butler is not Moxxie)) due to his superficial resemblance to Moxxie (other than the imp butler having dark red eyeshadow-like markings, his hair being slightly more neatly combed, the rows of black spines running down his tail, a different outfit, and him lacking of twin black bands on the base of his tail, all unlike Moxxie). Here is the imp butler's abilities; Earthly fire immunity (he is completely unharmed by the effects of human world fires), acrobatics (he is nimble and agile in terms of fighting), cooking (he is shown to be good at cooking), driving, climbing, swimming, and diving. The story starts when the human reader was minding his/her own business, but is then targeted by Loona in her special solo mission to assassinate the reader (as ordered by her adopted imp father Blitzo, and due to a client who wanted the reader dead), and she was about to attack or corner the reader. However, before she could try to attack and kill the reader, then the world around the reader and Loona warped/changed from somewhere on Earth into a royal mansion located somewhere in the Pride Ring of Hell (as depicted from both adult animated series, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss), making Loona and the reader confused (with Loona confused on why she's back in Hell (and she's also confused on why she's at Stolas's mansion instead of being at I.M.P.'s headquarters) without having to use Stolas's Grimoire or the Asmodean Crystal (she shouldn't be transported back to Hell unless she used the Grimoire or the Asmodean Crystal) and not even killing the reader, while the reader is completely confused on what's happening), before both Loona and the human reader started feeling tingly and they both started transforming (much to the confusion of both Loona and the reader, with the reader asking Loona on what's going on (expecting Loona to know due to Loona's demonic nature), but even she doesn't know and tells the reader that). During the middle of the reader's physical transformation (when the reader has shrunk and gained red skin as well as imp horns and an imp tail, as the reader's human teeth grows and sharpens into imp teeth, while the reader's feet elongate to become digitigrade and the reader's toes merge into red cloven hooves, and the reader's clothes is in the middle of its transformation), Loona realizes that the reader is becoming a demon (hellborn and not a sinner) just like her (but recognizing that the reader is transforming into an imp, rather than a hellhound (while hellhounds are hellborn demons, just like imps, they are not the same species), unlike Loona), much to the reader's shock and horror (the reader doesn't want to become a demon, since he had always viewed demons as pure evil monsters, and after hearing what the reader says about demons, she is offended/insulted since demons are people too). Meanwhile, during the middle of Loona's transformation (when her thighs, hips, and breasts grow larger from more feminine fat to make her more attractive and making her more mature-looking rather than being a young-adult, as her clothes is also in the middle of its transformation), the reader realizes that Loona is transforming as well (Loona is becoming a maid), while Loona is disgusted at the thought of herself becoming a bimbo (the reader quietly snickers in amusement at Loona saying that, much to Loona's annoyance/irritation, although the reader is horrified at his/her own transformation into an imp). After Loona's and the reader's physical transformation had completed, their minds became foggy or fuzzy as Loona's personality and memories had started to disappear from her mind and be replaced with those of a hellhound maid who had always worked as a butler who always served Stolas, while the reader's personality and memories had started to disappear from his mind and be replaced with those of a hellborn imp who had always worked as a butler (alongside his lifelong friend Impington, and alongside the hellhound maid (she is becoming more familiar to the reader as if she had always been his lifelong friend), who the reader also now remembers as his lifelong friend) who always served Stolas. Loona and the reader tried to remember their former selves (with the reader attempting to remember his earthly human self), but to no avail, as the hellhound maid realized that she was never adopted by Blitzo nor did she ever worked with I.M.P. (she also no longer remembers the reader as her human victim (she doesn't remember or know why she felt the need to kill the reader since the reader had always been an imp butler and her lifelong friend), but now remembers the reader as an imp butler and her lifelong friend) and she had always worked as a maid for Stolas (she even remembers her true name), and the reader realized that he was never human (since he never lived or visited Earth, nor was he ever born on Earth; he even forgets all about Loona ever existing, and he no longer remembers Loona ever trying to assassinate him (he doesn't remember or know why he felt the need to be afraid of the hellhound maid (formerly Loona) since the hellhound maid had always been his lifelong friend), but now remembers the hellhound maid being one of his best and lifelong friends, so he knows that the hellhound maid would never hurt him) and he had always been a hellborn demon (he is more specifically an imp), he even remembers his true name; every demon (except Blitzo) of Hell had forgotten that Loona had ever existed, and every human on Earth also had completely and permanently forgotten that the human reader ever existed (which, in truth, the human reader really never existed), and to them, the reader (who, in actuality, had always been an imp butler who worked for Stolas) was just a character from an adults animated series Helluva Boss, and every demon (except Blitzo) of Hell had forgotten that the human reader had ever existed (even a sinner demon patient, the one who paid I.M.P. to kill the human reader, forgotten that he/she had paid I.M.P. to kill the human reader, since all demons (except Blitzo) including a sinner demon patient had forgotten all about the human reader, and they all (except Blitzo) knew that the reader had always been an imp butler). The hellhound maid's and the imp butler's minds cleared up (with the hellhound maid's daydream of her supposed "life as Loona" having been completely forgotten now, and the imp butler's daydream of his supposed "human life" having been completely forgotten now), as they both looked around the halls of Stolas' mansion in curiosity and questioned on what they were doing a moment ago, before the hellhound maid remembers that she was tidying up one of the rooms to remove filth and dust, and the imp butler remembers that he was serving a drink for Stolas, as the hellhound maid and the imp butler went on to his duties as they always had been doing ever since they started their maid and butler careers with Stolas. There should also be an epilogue that takes place after this transformation occurred. There should also be quotes (including swear words such as, but not limited to f-bombs, coming from Blitzo and Loona, but no one else) from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're 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).

Response: Certainly! Here’s a fantasy transformation story set in the **Helluva Boss** universe, told in second person from your point of view, vividly depicting your change from human to imp butler, alongside Loona’s transformation into a hellhound maid, with dialogue and all requested details: --- ## Stolen by Hell: Your New Life in the Pride Ring You were minding your own business—maybe scrolling through your phone, sipping coffee, fighting another dull Earth day. But you felt watched. The hairs on your arms prickle as Loona herself steps from shadow, hackles raised, red eyes sharp on yours. Loona mutters, voice low and dangerous, “Sorry, bucko, it’s nothing personal. Blitzo says you gotta go, and I’m not about to piss off my boss.” You backpedal. “What?! You’re—Loona?! That’s not real, this can’t—” She rolls her eyes, all irritation. “Yeah, yeah. You humans are always surprised. Just let me—” But something impossibly wrong happens. The world loses its edges; colors swirl, sounds echo and fade. The pressure in your skull makes you dizzy. The alley or street or room you'd been in rips apart, reknitting itself in lush, regal burgundy. The floor beneath your feet softens to velvet runner. Pink-stained glass windows spill light across endless corridors, star and moon patterns tracing the ceiling. You stagger, Loona snaps to alert, every muscle bristling. “Fuck!” she barks, looking around. “Why the hell—am I back—here?!” You gawk. “Where—what is this place?” Loona looks you over, eyes narrowing. “If this is Stolas’—Nope! That can’t be! Hell?! What the fuck is going on?! And how did you get here without the Grimoire or—” Your body begins to hum, uncomfortable, tingling from within, as if your bones are melting. Loona’s balletic, predatory stance falters, confusion etching her face. Suddenly your skin roils—red pigment bleeds outward. Your hands shrink, fingers fusing. You gasp, holding up your changing hand as it tightens into a four-digit grip with white fingerless gloves. Loona scowls, teeth bared. “Wait—you’re turning into a—an imp?!” Her tail thuds against the floor. “That’s fucking disgusting! Demons are—well, unless you count me—but you—Human, what did you do?!” You stammer, voice already changing, getting raspy, tripping over fear. “No! No! I don’t want—that—I’m not a demon! Demons—demons are evil! You’re—this—” She’s offended, lips pulled back. “Rude, jackass! Demons are people too. You're getting what you—agh, damn! My—legs—” Loona’s own body ripples; her waist cinches, hips blooming outward with impossible grace, her breasts swelling. Her claws vanish, nails sharpening into elegant, perfect crescents. Her signature crop top and spiked choker fade, swirling into a crisp maid’s blouse and cascading black skirt. “No fucking way—Don’t make me into a—maid! What am I, some kind of bimbo for Stolas?!” You try not to snicker, terror side by side with amusement. “Maybe you can polish silver with those nails,” you mutter, ducking as a transformed tail slaps past. Your own transformation accelerates—your height drops dramatically, legs buckling as the world stretches taller around you. You tumble backwards onto your new devil’s tail, thin and barbed, with black spines running down from the base. Your feet reshape, heels rising, toes merging, black hooves clattering faintly. Clothing constricts, melting away your Earthly jeans and t-shirt, tailoring itself into a distinguished imp butler’s suit—dark purple jacket, white shirt, soft spats. Even your voice—once distinctly human—becomes rougher, raspier, yet tinged with courtesy. If you’d been female, the change in your body is sharp—breasts flatten, throat thickens, Adam’s apple pressing upward. Your pelvis shifts, everything rearranging into male form. (But these changes feel expected now, comforting. Masculine, like you’ve always been.) Loona, now taller and more alluring, clutches her ruffled apron in bewilderment. “No. No. No. This isn’t me—Where’s my—Who am I supposed to—Blitzo! What the fuck—” But thoughts begin to blur. You reach for memories—high school, parents, favorite coffee shop. They're slipping away, as if they were never real. You grasp for Loona—the hellhound assassin who tried to kill you. But her scowl softens, eyes more rounded, face gentle, posture elegant. You try to speak, but only polite words surface. *“Excuse me, madam, are you quite alright?”* Loona’s voice comes out polished, formal, with the faint lilt of a French accent. *“Ah, monsieur, I appreciate your concern. May I inquire as to what I was doing in this corridor? It escapes me for the moment.”* You catch sight of yourself in a mirror—short, neat white hair, twin striped imp horns sweeping skyward, red skin gleaming, yellow eyes intelligent. You remember nothing but service. There is only one life: butler to Prince Stolas, loyal to his household, working alongside your lifelong friends—the hellhound maid beside you, and Impington, also a butler, somewhere else in these halls. You try to recall being human. The memory is fog—a distant dream, nothing more. The fear, the confusion, that strange daydream about Earth—meaningless. You know this mansion. You know the glow of blue glyphs as night falls, the pale green light of chandeliers, the regal laughter of Stolas and the quiet, precious friendship of Octavia (who you have served for so long and genuinely cherished). The hellhound maid (whose name you now recall clearly—but “Loona” is only a flicker, a half-forgotten daydream) straightens her apron. Her eyes are warm, smile gentle as she looks to you. *“Shall we continue, monsieur? I do believe his highness awaits his brandy. There is dust to clear in the family gallery.”* *“As you wish, madam. I believe Impington handles the silver, but I shall bring Stolas his drink with all due haste.”* You step forward, imp-butler’s stride confident. No longer do you shrink from your changed body—this is you. This has always been you. Somewhere in Hell, Blitzo is tearing his spiked hair out, yelling at his two I.M.P. crewmates. “Where the fuck is Loona?! She was real! She was just here—dammit, I said she was real! I adopted her, didn’t I?!” Moxxie squints. “Sir, you’ve only ever hired Millie and me. I’m pretty sure you’ve never adopted a hellhound. Are you feeling okay?” Millie whispers, confused, “Who’s Loona? Is that some new assassin?” Blitzo thumps the desk, howling in frustration. “She was REAL, dammit!” But no one remembers. To the rest of Hell, you have always been Stolas’ imp butler; the hellhound maid always worked beside you, elegant perfection. Earth—humanity—is nothing more than a fleeting echo, a dream that faded before it began. --- ### Epilogue Night has fallen upon Stolas’ mansion. The blue glow of glyphs traces the balconies, star and moon patterns shining like the true sky's reflection. You stand by the great pond, polished silver tray in hand, tail flicking lazily. The air is sweet with the scent of hell flora and jasmine. The regal owl-demon, Stolas, nods to you with appreciation. “Ah, my dear butler, you have once again distinguished yourself. You and madam maid are truly the finest in all Hell.” You bow, pride swelling in your chest. “Your highness, it is always an honor. Shall I prepare the lunar tea for your daughter?” The hellhound maid glides past, apron flawless. Octavia lounges in her lawn chair beneath the floating constellation orbs, smiling shyly at you and your lifelong friend. You are home, where you have always belonged. Anything else—bizarre thoughts of humanity, friends long lost, missions unfulfilled—is nothing but dust in the moonlight. There is only Stolas’ mansion, a universe of shining pink glass and zodiac signs, of loyalty, courtesy, and service. A place where you, the imp butler, and the hellhound maid are undisturbed by past lives, living in perfection among the stars. --- ## THE END

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