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Question: Write a POV second-person transformation story of a human reader completely turning into a lookalike son of Alastor (a character, voiced by Amir Talai, from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice identical to Alastor and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant clothes change (becoming an identical outfit to Alastor's, but fitted for the reader's new size rather than 7 feet tall), age change (becoming the age of around 17-24 years old, exactly as left off from Alastor son's death from his human life in 1933, thus becoming immortal in the process, while his father's age of 30s-40s left off after he himself died, thus also becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height of around 5.4-6 feet tall to 6.4-6.5 feet tall), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with Alastor's bloodline, similar to but not identical to Alastor's transatlantic voice (complete with a static effect that makes his voice sound like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio), albeit in a somewhat younger voice than Alastor's voice to fit the reader's new age), supernatural powers gain (obtaining every single supernatural power/ability identical to those of Alastor's) and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced by a new personality and new memories of always having been Alastor's lookalike son (even after human death), despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and he then remembers, or rather realizes, that he had always been the son of Alastor the Radio Demon himself, and he remembers his name being similar to Alastor's name but completely distinct from Alastor's name). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For the reader's appearance after he/she turned into Alastor's lookalike son, 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 has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). He is approximately 6.4-6.5 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. His 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). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. 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. He 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. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. The reader (Alastor's son) has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), 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 he, like his father 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, his profession was as a radio show host, just like his father, and he continues his broadcasts alongside his father in Hell as a demon, ensuring that Hell's denizens are aware of his activities over the airwaves, earning him and Alastor the title of "The Radio Demons"), bilingualism (like his father, he can speak English fluently as well as some broken Creole French), cooking (like his father, he is noted to be "a big foodie" and mentions having admired his grandmother's (Alastor's mother's) cooking, specifically her Jambalaya), musical/dancing/theatrical talent (like his father, he 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 (like his father, he is known to be quite a cunning individual, resulting in him accruing a large amount of power through his tricks and deal-making). Alastor's son has all of his personality traits identical to those of his father (Alastor). Here are his preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), his father (Alastor), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his grandmother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. For Alastor's appearance, 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 has no ability to frown due to this permanent smile). 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). He also has four fingers (like all Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters), unlike real world humans. 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. His voice also sounds like it is coming from an old-fashioned vintage radio. Alastor has many supernatural powers, such as demon transformation (the ability to turn into a more powerful demon form), 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). Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. His behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, 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. He is noted to be narcissistic, with his love for himself being stated that no one else can measure up to it, and he does not see many people quite up to his level. Alastor is described as a man of duality. He values good manners, affability and intelligence very highly in others, and will actively look down on those who do not meet his standards, however he will often play fast and loose with these arbitrary rules in regards to himself and his own conduct. Alastor has an odd sense of morality, which is described as "not normal", and has been noted to be quite sadistic, even cannibalistic, devouring lesser demons or those that have incurred his anger. Despite this, he keeps close friends with the other cannibals of Hell, including the denizens at the Cannibal Town. His smiling is a very self enforced form of ego and a show of power and dominance; he looks down on anyone who lets their true emotions show, and even when faced with a rival in strength, if they let slip a frown, Alastor will see them as truly weak. His smile is also to be more unpredictable and unnerving, and gives him a feeling of complete control over himself. While Alastor is powerful, he is aware that there are other demons and entities that rival him in terms of power, such as other Overlords. For this reason, he is wary around such demons, as they could potentially harm him if he is not careful. Despite everything, Alastor does genuinely seem to want to help Charlie run the Hazbin Hotel, albeit for his own amusement, and hopes for its failure over siding with her idealism. Alastor also dismisses the idea that redemption is possible as laughable, nevertheless, he fulfills his role as patron as promised, providing the hotel with staff, and protecting Charlie and her business from outside threats. He views the whole endeavor as a fun distraction from his decades of boredom. Despite consistently having a confident and cheerful demeanor, he harbors a vulnerable side that becomes apparent when confronted with reminders of being "chained". In this instance, his facade of certainty crumbles, and he succumbs to panic attack. According to Mimzy (Alastor's friend), when Alastor was alive he would become a "kitten" (not literally a kitten) if he drank enough rye whiskey while jazz music was on. Here are Alastor's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes himself (including his own fashion style), smiling, doodling, gossip and drama, invading others' personal space, his mother and her cooking, jazz music, strong liquor, cooking, seeing people fail, playing pranks, bitter tastes (especially those of black coffee), theater, dancing, the Stock Market Crash of 1929, venison, being in charge, Charlie's potential, pineapple on pizza, and making jokes. However, he dislikes Lucifer Morningstar (the king of Hell and Charlie Morningstar's father) and his "tacky" circus décor, Susan (a Cannibal Town resident), being touched (including his hair being touched), dogs, frowning, tea, anything sweet, Angel Dust's sexual remarks, being humbled, post-30s' technology, anyone ruining his outfit, being controlled and reminded of it, the idea of the hotel failing, and Mimzy bringing destruction to the hotel. The story is that Alastor is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, as well as wanting a child of his own (if Lucifer Morningstar gets a child (Charlie Morningstar), why not Alastor himself having a child of his own?). So to end his boredom, Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into the real life Earth to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader which turned him/her into his lookalike son, thus turning the reader into Alastor's lookalike son (the reader notices that his/her grin was now unnaturally wide and permanent, the reader tries to push his/her grin down with his/her hands/fingers to get rid of the smile in order to frown or show fear but cannot due to making emotions other than smiling was completely impossible (he/she even asks in horror on why can't he/she stop smiling, before Alastor tells him/her that it's his/her nature to smile), the reader also tries to fight those new memories and personality identical to those of Alastor (albeit younger due to his/her age compared with Alastor's 30s-40s age) flooding the reader's head, the reader is horrified and not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle (the reader then, against his will, views Alastor as part of his family, more specifically his loving father, even calling him his father instead of "Alastor" (the reader also forgets his previous father, with Alastor replacing the reader's father), even questioning why is he calling Alastor his dad (and why is he (the reader) feeling a love for Alastor like a son would to his loving father), before Alastor confirms that Alastor is his father, that's why he's calling Alastor his father), and Alastor tells him that this is his true self and he is finally waking up back to reality, making him truly and fully believe in Alastor and realizes that he had always been Alastor's son, having been born around the early 1910s-late1910s as a human from Alastor (the reader's true father) and Alastor's wife (the reader's true mother), enjoying the cooking from his grandmother (who is Alastor's mother, not the reader's mother but the reader's grandmother) cooking and his favorite food jambalaya (which Alastor also loves), he and his father both being radio show hosts and serial killers on Earth before both Alastor and his son were killed that same day by what killed Alastor, both Alastor and his lookalike son arriving at the same time in Hell as nearly identical sinner demons nicknamed "The Radio Demons", as they continued their radio shows in Hell, and, despite finding Charlie Morningstar's (the princess of Hell) belief in redemption laughable, both Alastor and his lookalike son want to help Charlie run the redemption hotel "Hazbin Hotel", albeit for their own amusement), and the reader's mind has also been completely replaced with the mind of Alastor's lookalike son (making him realize that he had always been Alastor's son (with the reader's name being being similar to his father's but different, to help distinguish him from his father Alastor, who genuinely loves his son), before Alastor welcomes his son (the reader) back home with genuine affection/love (the reader now genuinely loves his true father Alastor). In the epilogue, the two Radio Demons (Alastor and his son) are in the Hazbin Hotel, with Alastor introducing Charlie Morningstar his son (even revealing his son's names) as Alastor and his lookalike son help Charlie with her redemption hotel ("Hazbin Hotel"), while also interacting with Vaggie (Charlie's girlfriend, who doesn't trust Alastor or his son, while Charlie trusts both Alastor and his son), Angel Dust (an adults/pornographic film actor who's a male spider-like humanoid sinner demon; after seeing that Alastor has a son, Angel Dust wants a lookalike son of his own, much to Husk's annoyance), Husk (a male cat-like humanoid sinner demon with bird-like wings who is a co-worker for Alastor and whose soul is owned by Alastor, but now (much to his annoyance), his soul is now also owned by Alastor's son (since Alastor owning his soul was bad enough, but now his soul is owned by both Alastor and his son)), and Niffty (a miniscule female cyclops-like humanoid sinner demon who is a co-worker for Alastor and is positively acquainted (Alastor's role having described as having a view of Niffty as like his "obnoxious adopted daughter", being a daughter figure for Alastor and a sister figure for Alastor's son despite Niffty not being related to either Alastor or his son)). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're 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).
Certainly! Here is your requested story, written in second-person POV and following all your detailed transformation criteria. Please note that all potentially sensitive content is handled with respect for platform guidelines and the tone required by the Hazbin Hotel universe. --- You never expected your day to end like this. The memory of your room—barely pinkish in the afternoon sun, your phone in hand, perhaps a mug of coffee nearby—fades as the air in front of you shivers with static. Your vision fizzles like an old television losing signal, and the sounds of your familiar world dissolve into the ghostly, crackling hum of old jazz music. Out of nowhere, you’re no longer alone. A tall, figure—dapper, in pinstripes, with a wide, unnatural smile—stands before you, eyes agleam with deviltry and delighted mischief. Alastor, you confirm with sudden stomach-dropping recognition: the infamous Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel. His aura presses on you, heavy and all-consuming as he tips his red monocle slightly in your direction. "Good evening," he croons, his voice tinged with a radio-static distortion. "Boredom is a hellish thing, wouldn’t you say? But fret not! You’re just the ticket to remedy mine." You open your mouth to protest, but he merely snaps his fingers. A vortex of red, arcane symbols scrolls into being—a whorl of voodoo magic and crimson light—before you’re swallowed whole by darkness. --- You wake on cold, checkered marble. Your skin prickles, tingling with unnatural energy. Something isn’t right. You try to rise, but your limbs feel… wrong. Gasping, you look down. Your arms are stretched and impossibly slender, your hands only four-fingered—your skin a pale beige, tapering into shadows around your wrists. You reach for your face, and your hands brush an impossibly broad, hard smile that feels stuck, carven into your cheeks. Sharp, yellow teeth graze your fingertips. Panic wells up, and you try—desperately—to push your lips downward, to frown, to scream, but your face refuses to obey. "N-no—what’s happening to me?!" you shout. Except your words leave your lips as a warm, melodious tone, ringed with a faint static, unsettling yet unmistakably charming. Your voice is not your own. It’s richer, deeper, and carries that strange, vintage-tin resonance—as if spoken live over a radio in the 1930s. Terror spikes in your heart when you recognize the sound. You stagger to your feet. But your feet are not your own—they are pointed boots with red hoofprints, and as you franticly eye your limbs, you see your legs are long, rail-thin, your shoulders broad under a red pinstripe coat perfectly tailored for your new gangly height. Black gloves with red clawed fingertips grasp the cane that appeared in your palm—topped with a writhing, sentient microphone face. There’s a weight atop your head. You run your four-fingered hands along your cranium and feel a slick, bob-cut hairstyle—pinkish-red, black-tipped, with two antler-like tufts poking upwards and a pair of small antlers growing out from the crown. Your vision tinges dark-red as your sclerae change color, irises brightening to a glowing red hue. Even your eyes flicker, on the edge of radio-dial shapes. "Isn’t it wonderful, lad?!" Alastor’s cheerful cadence cuts in as he appears, twirling his cane. He grins wider at your horror. "A new Radio Demon for a new era!" "N-no… Please—change me back! Why can't I stop smiling?!" The plea issues from your mouth, but your smile grows only sharper, more fixed as the corners dig up your cheeks, making frowning as impossible as flight. Alastor’s eyes crinkle with genuine warmth. “Oh, my dear boy, smiling is your nature! Why fight what you’re always meant to be?” Something in his words tugs at the core of your being. Your heart hammers—panic, confusion—until a second, deeper sensation begins to bloom beneath the horror. Against your will, unfamiliar memories rush through your mind. Scenes unspool in static flickers: Sitting at your grandmother's table, tasting the rich heat of jambalaya. A tall, broad-shouldered father—Alastor, but younger, loving—a foundation of your world rather than a foreign threat. The crackling of old radios, your hands dancing over knobs and dials, your voice echoing through broadcast waves alongside your father. Shadows and veves swirling at your call, flames springing to life from your fingertips. The breathless thrill of live performance, jazz sharp and wild in your bones. "No, no…" You clutch your head, mind reeling as these new thoughts drown out your own. You try to recall your old name, your parents, your home, but it's already distant—melting, drifting away like cassette tape left in the sun. In their place: belonging. To Hell. To Alastor. To this role with a smile that won’t quit. You look at the demon beside you, confusion warring with dawning, irresistible affection. "F-father?" The word spills out before you can stop it, ringing with static-tinged fondness so real it nearly startles you. Why did you call him ‘Father’? Why do you suddenly feel you’ve loved him all your life? Why does the thought of anything else feel alien, even wrong? Alastor beams, pride and delight radiating stronger than the harshest broadcast. His gloved hand rests warmly on your sharp shoulder. "That’s right, son! You are home, finally. Your true self, restored." At that, the fight melts away. Like puzzle pieces falling into place, you remember with perfect, immutable clarity: Born to Alastor and his wife in the early 1910s. Raised on a radio, baking in the southern heat with jazz pulsing through your soul. A partner to your father in crime—broadcast and far darker acts alike. Dying alongside him, then waking together in Hell, father and son— the twin Radio Demons. Everything before was only static. This—*this*—is your reality. You realize your true name now; it dances on your tongue, almost sibling to your father’s but wholly yours—**Aldric**. You had always been **Aldric, son of Alastor, the Radio Demon**, immortal and undying, a devil of mischief and charm. Alastor smiles, clapping your back. "Welcome home, Aldric. Let’s amuse ourselves, shall we?" Every trace of your previous self, every fleeting memory of your past life, is gone. Only Aldric remains, with a static grin and immortal heart. --- ### Epilogue: Hazbin Hotel Fluorescent lights flicker as you and your father sweep into Hazbin Hotel together, the scent of old radio tubes and anticipation in the air. Charlie Morningstar greets you, eyes wide in wonder and hope. "Charlie, my dear, allow me to introduce my pride and joy—my son, Aldric. The newest Radio Demon in our devilish family!" Alastor’s voice rings out like a record’s last note. You bow with a flourishing tip of your cane, giving her a dazzling, predatory smile that will never fade. Vaggie eyes you warily from across the lobby, arms crossed. “Great. One was bad enough. Now there’s two of you.” Charlie beams, extending her hand. "It’s wonderful to meet you, Aldric! I hope you'll help us make the hotel a success!" Your radio-tinged voice echoes with playful mischief. “It shall be a performance for the ages, Miss Morningstar. The airwaves will sing!” There’s a scutter from the side as Angel Dust leans in, grinning. “Hey, Alastor! If you get to have a son, I want a mini-me! Doll it up and make it sassy—I could use the company!” Husk slumps over the bar, ears pressed flat, muttering, “Oh, great. As if one soul-stealing freak wasn’t enough. Now I belong to two Radio Demons. Kill me, already.” Niffty, zipping by with remarkable speed, all but dances up to you. “You’re so tall! And your coat is magnificent! Want some cleaning tips?” You and Alastor share a knowing look, the same wicked glint in both your eyes, as the hotel buzzes with fresh chaos and boundless new possibility. Father and son—radio demons forever. Surrounded by enemies, friends, devils, and darling distractions. A world of endless smiles, fiery promise, and good old-fashioned mayhem lies ahead. And as always, the show must go on. --- **End.**
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