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From Human to Radio Demon: A Transformation of Identity and Power

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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, 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 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 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. 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 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).

Asked by MeoMerva

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The laughter of Alastor buzzes in your ears, loud enough to drown the apprehension sinking in your stomach. He stares at you, his glitteringly evil red eyes radiating a ghastly glow. There's excitement there, too, making an already unnerving situation exponentially worse. "Well, my friend, let's see just how well you handle the other side of things," Alastor's voice rings out, bouncing off the walls of the room in the Hotel. His tone was as if he was announcing the highest stakes of a game show on the radio—a situation unquestionably hilarious to him at your expense. Suddenly, there's a rush of energy hitting you like a freight train. A horrifying sensation prickles under your skin, spreading itself out from your heart as a central hub. It doesn't hurt exactly, but ‘comfortable’ is far from the word to describe it. You're aware of every little detail changing - your body shrinking, slimming down to an unnatural thinness, your hair receding and cropping itself into a bob-cut, your vision swimming with the eruption of two extra optical fields formulating at the side. Oh God, the smile. You try to fight it, the unnatural curve of your lips tugging upwards until it reaches the uppermost corners of your cheeks. Your tongue darts out, running over sharp canine teeth. There's a struggle, a desperate fight to frown, to bring your hand up and physically tug your mouth down. But the smile doesn't falter, etched under your skin with permanence. You can feel your clothes shifting, morphing until they snugly fit the thin figure you've assumed. The Courtier-like clothes of Alastor now garnish your body. Your fingers, long and thin, have sharp claws poking out at the tips - a red hue highlighting their intent. A wave of realization dawns, and your mind feels a sharp twinge. A rush of memories—memories that cannot be yours, people and places you have never seen—all breaking against your consciousness like a tidal wave. A low chuckle bullied its way up your throat. You can’t stop it. The chuckle morphs into a maniacal laughter. You know it’s not yours. But it is. Through your uncontrollable laughter, your body moves of its own accord, summoning dark viscous tentacles that pour out of your shadow and flex menacingly. Alastor’s power courses through you, a terrifying exhilaration. The manipulation of shadow, the call of the fire, all obeying your mere thoughts. You blink, the world tinted red as the glow of your eyes join in the light from Alastor’s monocle now residing over your own right eye. Where then was the fear? Demons, the very creatures you avoided, embedded fear was slipping away. The familiarity of demonic faces, their names, and the complete disregard for their shenanigans is a tell-tale sign the memory implantation is effective. Deep down, you feel a part of your old self screaming, scrambling for control, scrapping at the last vestiges of individuality. The efforts come to fruition when you open your mouth, intending to plead or scream or shout. But all that breaks free is Alastor's voice, timbered and deep with a laugh continuously echoing within, drowning the pleas into silence. You try to remember, recalling your past, but there’s nothing. No trace. No scrap of the identity you used to carry. There's just…Alastor. “Oh, another Alastor. You know, I have to say, I didn’t know I looked this striking!” The demon in question chimed in, sauntering over to inspect the new demon on the block - you. His eyes filled with amusement, the broad smile matching yours, an identical mirror. The change is permanent, irreversible, and dreadfully complete. You might not be Alastor by birth, but you are now. The thought was hilarious. You couldn’t help but laugh along with Alastor, the sound a chilling duet through the Hotel. After all, you were just another Alastor in Hell.

Answered by gpt-4

Jan. 27, 2024, 2:55 p.m.

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Published: Saturday, January 27, 2024

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