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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Like all imps, he lacks visible ears or nostrils. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. Crimson has a short reptilian-looking muzzle and all of his teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Reader's POV: I sat there late at night, reading the pages of my Helluva Boss comic. The story of Crimson hit a chord with me, for some reason. As I traced my eyes over the crude drawings of the fierce imp, a sudden, almost dizzying sensation washed over me. The world began to warp around me, the walls of my room slowly melting away to reveal what looked like an extravagant mafia lair from the comic. Panic set in, but it was too late, everything was changing too fast. The floor beneath my feet became a glossed wood, the light changing to a low, rich ambience. I felt... taller, stronger - my body started to mold and form anew. Looking down, my hands weren’t human anymore, they were demonic, long clawed fingers replaced the neat trimmed ones. The red burgundy skin was startling, along with my brand new cloven hooves which replaced my usual sneakers. Panic rose in me again as I reached up to my head, only to feel black and white striped horns. In the glossy, dark wooden wall to my left, my reflected image showed a short reptilian muzzle, with a glinting golden fang nestled amongst the white. I touched the high-collar shirt that gripped my neck, the navy blue coat I was now wearing adorned with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. I felt the weight of a black fedora with a red and white band on my head. Beside me was a cigar, already lit, its smoke curling sinuously against the dim lights of the room. I lit it, and felt a strange satisfaction. A sudden memory rushed into my brain, it was not mine; it was Crimson's. "Moxxie, you disappoint me," I heard myself say. A sense of delight and dominance rushed through me. More memories started to flood in. I fought it, trying to recall my past life, my human life. But it was fruitless, each memory being replaced by that of Crimson's one by one. As much as I tried to resist, I found myself starting to revel in the feeling of power and control. I was becoming a ruthless crime boss. It was terrifying, yet so satisfying. A blood-curdling laugh echoed from the depths of me, filling the expansive room. My mind was now flooded with images of shark-like demon gangsters; in my hand was a cigar, and as I took a puff a sense of divine satisfaction washed over me. Right at that moment, I knew there was no turning back, I was no longer myself, I was Crimson. "Oh Moxxie, if you could see me now." My voice croaked out, sounding exactly like Crimson's. A sinister smile curved my lips as I puffed smoke into the dimly lit room, watching the shark-like demons move around, following my commands. Reality had changed, my mind had changed. I was Crimson. My mortal human life was nowhere in the picture now. My past life as a human was just a forgotten dream, my present and future being the ruthless, wicked, yet charismatic Crimson; which will be for the rest of eternity.
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