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From Mortal to Sinful Seraph: The Transformation of a Boy into Angel Dust in Hazbin Hotel


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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Angel Dust (from an adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with age progression (aging to around 30s in a blink of an eye), 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 attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making him 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 Angel Dust is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Angel Dust's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he is a sinner demon who has a slender build (almost mimicking feminine curves) and he stands about 8 or more feet tall, both due to his long torso and legs, as well as due to 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 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 preference, he likes drugs, being abrasive, pranks, getting into scraps, Cooking, flirting, the color pink, money, and Italian food; however, he dislikes his own feet, losing credibility, Valentino's abuse to him, 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.

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With a fluttering heart, you brace yourself as an implausible force pulls you towards the depths of your television screen that is tuned to your favorite adult animated show - Hazbin Hotel. As an avid fan, you are familiar with every character, every plot twist, down to the intricate and absurd details of the Hellish realm they are in. "Pff, I can do better than that!" crosses your mind as Angel Dust, the slender sinner demon, makes an entrance. Just as the thought leaves your mind, a blinding light engulfs you. Dizzy and disoriented, you feel an inexplicably bizarre change sweep over you. Your once small frame stretches out, shooting you up to a towering eight-foot height. Before you can even reason out what's going on, your chest puffs and you feel an uncanny formation shaping up under your tightened shirt. "Wha...What's happening?!" You scramble to look down at your transformation. As much as you want to yell for help to your parents, you find yourself alone in the bizarre reality warp. "Don't tell me--" Panic rises in your throat as you realize what's happening. You're transforming into Angel Dust! Something stirs up in the metaphysical background. You sense rather than hear a voice that booms, "Oh, you wish you could do better? Let's see how you fare." Terrified, yet intrigued, you watch as your body morphs. Lithe, feminine curves now grace your body, your raiment shifting into a stylish light-pink suit-blazer, a horridly short miniskirt, and thigh-high heeled boots. Second and third pairs of arms burst through your sides as your countenance shifts into something... inhuman. You reach up, only to feel no nose, no ears. Instead, a fluffy flow of white hair cascades down your head. In the reflection of a shiny reddish-grey bow-tie, pink eyelids encrusted with cerise pink lashes stare back. Under the eyes, another set of minuscule tandem eyes with cerise pink dots peer back at you. Instinctively, your voice slips out in a charming New York drawl. "Hard to believe," you say with Angel's influence pervading your mind, "but I think I just got bigger and better." Desperate attempts to remember your past life are met with resistance. Your mind no longer understands your pleas for normalcy as Angel's personality and memories flood in. Each pleading thought is drowned out and lost in the turbulent surge of the Spider-like Adult Star's background. You falter and fall under the weight, both physically and mentally, struggling to comprehend your rapidly changing reality. Gradually, you see yourself slipping into the easy tide of Angel's memories. Valentino. Showbiz. The relentless cycle of drugs, flirting, and pasta. As you assimilate fully into his life and persona, you realize in a deep, dark corner of your mind, that you have become Angel Dust. "Guess it ain't too bad being me," you say, throwing a roguish smile at the mirror that now only reflects Angel Dust, the icon of Hazbin Hotel. You feel a strange satisfaction, an uncanny fit with your infamous character. "Time to show them robust freaks what Angel Dust is made of!" you cheer, throwing yourself headfirst into the chaotic abyss of Hell. And just like that, the recollection of that innocent eight-year-old boy disappears, evaporating into thin air like dust. Now, you are Angel Dust - forever.

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Dec. 31, 2023, 9:03 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, December 31, 2023

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