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From Mortal to Hellish Stardom: The Unforgettable Transformation of an Ordinary Reader into Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write the transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), age change, height progression, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories being completely replaced with Angel's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempt on fighting off these mental changes, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, and only remembered ever being a spider-like adults actor Angel Dust). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it is forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves, despite being a male) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as his heeled boots. His fur is white and he has a mop of fluffy white hair that extends from both the front and back of his head, with splotches of light-pink across it. He also has a distinctive and focal light-pink heart pattern on the back of his head. The light-pink outline of a heart also encircles his chest, the bottom point of which extends past his waistband and down to his crotch area. His eyelids are light pink and the color extends up to his eyebrows, giving the effect of eyeshadow, and his lashes are dark and thick. His irises are cerise pink. His right eye has a light yellow sclera, his left eye has a dark sclera. He has a wide mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth and possesses a single golden fang that sits slightly to his right of center. He has a New York accent. He has three cerise-pink dots under each of his eyes, which are intended to evoke freckles, although they are actually another set of smaller eyes. He lacks a nose and ears, giving him a less "human" appearance. One of Angel's most noticeable features is his prominent chest. The chest is actually composed entirely of fluffy fur, however, which Angel intentionally pushes up into a breast-like formation with his tightly pinned jacket for show. Angel's everyday attire consists of a long light pink suit-blazer with horizontal white stripes down the length, reddish-grey miniskirt, and long reddish-grey thigh-high heeled boots, accessorized with a reddish-grey bowtie with a cerise pink center and a black choker. On his top set of arms he wears long cerise pink gloves with white detailing at the cuffs, on his bottom set of arms he wears long white gloves. Though, usually seen with six limbs (two legs and four arms), Angel has a third retractable set of arms that he usually keeps hidden but can summon at will (meaning that he can have eight limbs; two legs and six arms). Angel is gay (homosexual), brash, and sarcastic, with a quick, sharp wit, often with bad/strong language (including, but not limited to f-bomb words). He will often use these traits to deflect criticism or insults, and side-step responsibility. He will switch between playful and destructive as he pleases, and his humor tends to be crude and crass, with an emphasis on dirty jokes and innuendos, which he feels is expected of him and actively plays into. He is stylish and performs an excessive amount of confidence with his public persona, being wildly flirtatious and interested in receiving positive attention for his looks and the profile he has made for himself in Hell. He also makes a show of looking down others, declaring the other denizens of Hell to be mostly "ugly freaks". As a result, Angel can often appear flippant and callous. In reality he is preemptively defensive and hides much of his true, more sensitive and insecure, self for his own protection, not expecting those around him to show him kindness. Angel does have friends, and while he cares about them and will sometimes show signs of wanting to reach out, he keeps many walls up between himself and others, being very protective of his true feelings and avoiding holding overly emotional relationships. He holds a cynical view on the idea of redemption, although he seems to still hold onto a small hope it may be possible for him. The ongoing controlling and abusive situation he is in with his boss, Valentino, puts him under a great deal of stress at his work, and he is implied to be somewhat traumatized as a result. For Angel Dust's preferences, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food, but he dislikes his own feet (he would avoid sex work that involved his feet, or else he would be angry about it if it was unavoidable), losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to Angel, and memorizing scripts. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

Asked by AngieBruiser

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Our reader, a mortal human who we will call Alex, was curled up with a steaming mug of tea and a thick book titled "Angelic Beings and Dimensions Beyond". Notably steeped in the melodious rhythm of the lore, she turned a page and was suddenly entranced by the intricate sketch of a character known as Anthony, or Angel Dust. Her eyes lingered, unable to tear away from the posh yet menacing allure of Angel Dust's persona. It was then that her world started to warp dramatically. She could now smell the rank and acrid scent of brimstone, feeling strange fur sprouting all over her body, replacing her smooth skin. "No... This can't be happening," she muttered, trying to understand why her jeans and jumper were being switched out for a light pink suit-blazer, reddish-grey miniskirt, and thigh-high heeled boots. All the while, her body was changing and she was growing taller, 6 feet, 7 feet, 8 feet. There was a peculiar sensation in her chest area, and she - now he - looked down. His eyes widened in disbelief, finding a prominent and fluffy chest. He felt a weird tingle in his arms, another set of arms was now visible, then another one. He was aghast, now possessing six arms! Looking into a nearby mirror, Alex, now Angel Dust, saw his now cerise pink eyes staring back at him, one with a yellow sclera, the other dark. As his mind was overtaken with Angel Dust's personality, he said, "Well ain't this a hell of a twist," his speech now embellished with a heavy New York accent. He tried frantically to remember himself, clutching onto fleeting memories of the world he once knew, but they all vanished. The book on his lap morphed into a dirty magazine named "Hell's Bells", his tea to a glass of booze, his neat apartment into a seedy hotel room. His glamorous and destructive persona fully overtook him, his wit turned sharp and sarcastic – a spider-like demon actor. Heart patterns appeared on his chest and head, his ash-blonde hair had turned into a fluffy white mop with pink stains. "No trace of that mortal life left in me, huh?" he purred, all former objections silenced by his minds ultimate transformation into Angel Dust now complete. His mind was imprinted with Angel Dust's memories, things one can only learn from living in Hell, of trauma, and surviving in an anarchic world. A cruel smile spread across his face, "Welcome to the real world, Tony." The world of Hazbin Hotel had become his reality, a place far removed from earthly existence. Alex was fully Angel Dust, embodying a life lived on the edge, overflowing with a brash, risqué, and playfully destructive demeanor. It was clear to him that he was destined to navigate the surreal and hazardous labyrinth of Hazbin Hotel. Forever. And irreversible demise of the reader's identity was complete, giving birth to Angel Dust's life until the end of time.

Answered by gpt-4

Dec. 28, 2023, 1:54 a.m.

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Published: Thursday, December 28, 2023

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