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Story, Transformation, Alastor, Demon, Clone in the style of Pablo Picasso

"A Symphony of Transcendence: The Unavoidable Metamorphosis into Alastor's Twin"

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of 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, 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, voice change (the reader's voice becoming the exact same voice as Alastor's voice), 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 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 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 and control this shapeshifting ability, and return back to his default self on command), tentacle creation (the ability to produce black tentacles from his back and can create tentacles from outside his body, such as summoning tentacles through a portal), 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). When in his full demon form, Alastor's body grow more elongated (making him even taller, more than 10 feet tall) and with broader shoulders (although his clothes grow with him to fit this form and his limbs become longer, his neck gains extra joints, and his black antlers grow in size to become massive black antlers. In Alastor's full demon form, his sclera turn black with his pupils turn into the shape of radio dials. His suit and ends of his mouth, in his full demon form, also gain stitches along them. 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 seeing humans making comics, picture sequences, and stories of him turning into random characters and creatures, and his is also sick and tired of being viewed as a pure 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 (he asks the transforming reader on how would the reader like it if the reader was the one transforming) before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his completely identical clone in both the body and the mind. The transformed reader is unable to stop smiling (he/she has a permanent smile against his/her will), with the reader trying to frown or push his/her mouth to the opposite emotions aside from smiling with his/her own fingers, but to no avail. During the transformation (and before his/her memories and personality are replaced with Alastor's memories and personality), the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening was just a bad dream/nightmare and hoping to wake up, but sadly, this is all happening for real. Despite the reader's efforts, the reader is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, thus permanently turning the reader into Alastor's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and the transformation 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).

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With the flash of a dazzling red light and the haunting sound of old-time jazz echoing in your ears, your everyday life is abruptly turned topsy-turvy. The mundane, comforting familiarity of your surroundings blurs out of existence; replaced by the hazy, ghoulish landscape of a place teetering on nightmare, yet irrevocably real. This is no dream. You've been transported, inexplicably and irrevocably, into the world of Hazbin Hotel, right smack dab in front of the towering, antlered figure of Alastor himself. A devilish grin graces his countenance, and his eyes, resembling dark radio dials, shine ominously in the dim glow of surrounding firelight. He straightens up, an animated glow lingering sinisterly around his tall, disproportionately narrow frame. You swallow hard, the knots in your stomach tightening with unease. Dread courses through your veins as Alastor raises one of his long, slender hands, the palm crackling with ethereal energy. "The time has come to teach you a little lesson about reality, my friend. *A notre santé,*” he cheers, offering a high toast to the grim nothingness before waving his hand over your petrified form. Reality warps around you, nausea bubbling in your stomach, as the first waves of transformation shudder through your body. It isn't painful - not physically, at least - but the slow creep of change is alarming. Creeping up your legs, your body slims and stretches, your frame elongating to match Alastor's. You watch in terror as your feet shift and distort, becoming hooved like his, while your fingers extend and crimp into elegant, demonic claws. Your clothing morphs next. The familiar textures and fabrics of your attire is replaced by the sleek sheerness of his fitted suit, which fits your new, unnatural dimensions as much it does him. The soft, mundane colors are replaced by the stark contrasts of darks and reds, your ensemble mirrors his, down to the smallest details of design and color. Your vision blurs momentarily and, once it clears, red objects hover in your periphery where there once was nothing. A monocle is now fitted neatly over your right eye. In an odd sense of detachment, you feel excitement about the proper fit. With another wave of queasiness, the transformation dives within, sinking its teeth into the core of you. Your voice coils and cracks, deepening to resonantly match Alastor's smooth radio voice. Mental restructuring starts, your memories pushed back as new ones, centered around a completely different life, flood your mind. Within moments, a lifetime in Hell replaces the comforting memories of your old life. Panic wells as Alastor's past replaces your own like the static of an untuned radio: your first meal in Hell, the thrill of manipulating energies, the Stock Market Crash of 1929...each memory solidifies your terrifyings new reality. "What's happening to me?" you try to scream, your voice already so eerily like Alastor's. However, his fixed, permanent grin stretches across your face, an odd, eerie manifestation. It feels so out-of-place, so uncomfortable - like smiling at a funeral. You take swift intake of breath, your heart racing as you desperately try to push back, clinging onto the shadowy remnants of your true self. Yet the more you try to resist, the more stubbornly persistent Alastor's persona encroaches, like a cunning, ravenous beast. "No, wait!" you try to protest as your mother's face begins to blur with that of Alastor’s, seeming scarily less like home and more like the dashing culinary aficionado who raised radio’s most notorious demon. Finally, Alastor’s personality fills every inch of your soul, you are him and he is you. You are no longer just you, you are the Radio Demon. You are... Alastor. A haunting chuckle reverberates around the empty space. Above you, Alastor grins ear to ear, fewer wrinkles visible on his face than before. "Isn't this quite the fun show!" he exclaims, breaking out into laughter, enjoying every moment of your transformation. A sense of despair washes over you alongside a strange, all-encompassing acceptance. Your transformation is complete, irreversible - your old life bidding a silent goodbye. In its place is a new existence, one of immorality, power, and insatiable curiosity. A chime catches your attention and you look down at your gloved hand, a cane with a sentient microphone attached rests in your palm. Despite the dread, you feel a surge of excitement. "Look sharp! It's showtime!" Alastor announces, looping an arm around your new, matchstick-thin frame. At this point, you have no choice but to comply as he guides you back towards the city. You are Alastor now, let's see how well you can keep up with the infernal rhythm of Hell. The world is not so daunting, not from the height of seven feet above the ground. You clasp the microphone tightly in your clawed hands, ready for whatever awaits you in your new, eternal life.

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April 17, 2024, 7:18 p.m.

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Published: Wednesday, April 17, 2024

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