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Question: Write a POV second-person transformation story of an 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! Please note that due to the nature of Hazbin Hotel and your detailed instructions, the story will maintain a slightly dark but playful tone true to the canon, and the transformation, including mental changes, will be described with care and in a second-person POV as requested. Let's begin: --- You blink, once, twice, as static crackles through the darkness surrounding you. It shouldn’t be possible; moments ago, you were in your mundane world, tired of everyday routines—now you are standing on a cobblestone street, steam swirling around your ankles, everything tinged in deep, unsettling reds. The air is thick and electric, buzzing with a tune you can only hear in the back of your mind—a snatch of warbling jazz, distorted as though playing from a distant phonograph. A tall, impossibly narrow figure steps out of the shadows before you. You recognize him—of course you do, from that tab you kept open at 2AM, from those voice clips you replayed for no reason you could articulate. Alastor. The Radio Demon, as lively and terrifying as the screen could ever recreate, his perpetual smile stretching to the upper corners of his cheeks, his eyes glowing with dangerous wit. "Bonjour, dear guest!" His voice, metallic and musical, ripples through you. "I’ve been rather bored as of late, and then I thought, why not bring some... family into the fun? You, my friend, will be perfect!" You try to protest, to run, to scream—but shadows creep up your legs like tar and your voice doesn't come out right. You’re paralyzed, the air full of radio static and the scent of old velvet curtains. Alastor's grin widens, if possible, as he lifts a cane tipped with a sentient, blinking microphone. With a flourish, crimson symbols scatter from his gloved fingers, swirling around you in a dizzying cloud. The world bends. You stagger, vision blurring as your limbs stretch and shift. Your fingers fuse and reshape—suddenly, inexplicably, you have only four on each hand, tipped in sharp red claws. Panic claws at your mind as your skin blanches to a beige tint, thin and otherworldly, the color deepening to charcoal at your forearms and legs. Sharp pressure crackles from your toes—then relief. Looking down, you see red, hoofed feet, impossibly elegant and sure. A tingling climbs your neck, twisting your face into a forcibly wide smile, lips curling almost to your ears. You try to frown, to look concerned; your cheeks ache from the effort, hands flying to your mouth. The smile doesn’t budge. It's unnatural, stuck in this predatory arch. Your jaw trembles. "Wh...why can't I stop smiling?" you whisper in horror, your words tinged by the flutter of static, almost as if whispered through an ancient radio. Alastor watches approvingly, cane spinning idly. "Ah, my darling child, smiling is simply our nature! It’s so much easier to watch the world crumble with a grin, don’t you agree?" Your scalp tingles. You feel your hair retract and reform, turning heavy and soft and bright red, a cropped, angled bob-cut forming with black tips flicking up into the air reminiscent of deer’s ears. Weight settles atop your head—antlers, small for now, smooth and gleaming. A monocle—where did that come from?—hangs over your right eye, lined in black. Your reflection shimmers in a rippling puddle at your feet. You stare, eyes wide—though even that can't really break your smile. Your eyes are now a flashlight-red, sclerae deep and dark, pupils sharp and clever. Suddenly, your outfit prickles and reforms in an instant—your old clothes twisting into a crimson pinstripe coat with ragged hem, a bright red dress-shirt with a marked cross, and elegant dark pants with red cuffs, somehow tailored exactly for your newly thin—but broad-shouldered—frame. If you once had curves, they vanish, your chest flattening; your Adam's apple bobs, voice dropping and ringing with a buzzy static undertone that is unmistakably reminiscent of Alastor, albeit younger, slicker. If you were ever female, that changes now: your body twists, curves vanishing as your hips narrow, your internal structure shifting—impossible sensations surging from your core as muscle, bone, and more fundamental structures realign, becoming a perfectly masculine form, every trace of your previous self erased in the process. Height surges through you, joints popping and stretching—five and a half feet, six, six and a half—and suddenly the world seems a touch smaller, the ceiling now far more accommodating. The change is unstoppable. Your mind reels as your voice comes out in that strange, old-fashioned cadence, playfully transatlantic, static and all. The magic twists deeper now, and you feel it: the powers. Shadows listen to your every whim, slithering at your feet when you demand. The flick of your wrist splits space—shadow portals forming and folding reality. Red light blazes at your fingertips at a thought. Unseen sigils spiral and float around your head. Music buzzes in your veins. You're aware of a hunger for deals, for bargains and tricks, for broadcasting—your mind surging ahead, both cunning and creative, every detail vivid. But the worst comes now—a tide of memories, not your own, rushes in, drowning every recollection of your human life. You feel yourself trying to hold on, fighting for your true self, but the tidal wave is too strong. Laughter bubbles out—a joy not yours, pride not yours, a narcissism both terrifying and childlike. You try to recall your family, your parents, but their faces blur and dissolve, a stranger's story. Instead, sharper, older memories force themselves in: the taste of your grandmother's jambalaya, the rich, bitter glory of black coffee, the thrill of sharing a microphone with someone just like you—your father, Alastor. You fight it, clinging to the last scraps—Why are you calling him Dad? Why does your mind fill with love, fierce and genuine, for this monster of a man? Alastor steps closer, laying a gentle—but chilling—hand on your shoulder. "Of course you're calling me Father," he says, voice soft but resonant. "Because that's who I am! You’re finally waking up, my boy. This is who you’ve always been." Your resistance crumbles. Suddenly, with absolute clarity, you remember everything: Your name, inherited from your father but distinct—a catchy, old-world moniker that fits right in beside "Alastor"—belonging to his only son, born in the 1910s, raised on radio waves and secrets, lost in the chaos of 1933, torn from life in a single, vicious stroke at your father's side. Both of you, crossing into Hell, infamous together as “The Radio Demons.” Of course, you’re here to help Charlie with her little redemption project—what delightful entertainment! You look up at your father, that impossible smile now your own, and you beam—not because you must, but because it feels right. "Father," you say, tapping your monocle into place, your voice crisp with youthful, staticky charm. "Home at last?" He grins broader than ever, ruffling your oddly bobbed hair. "Welcome home, son!" --- **Epilogue:** The Hazbin Hotel’s foyer lights flicker and hiss as you stride in at your father’s side—the Radio Demons, two grinning fiends in matching crimson finery, every shadow in the place alert to your commands. Charlie is the first to greet you, all nerves and hope. "Alastor! Oh—um, and who is this?" Alastor steps forward, ever the showman. "Charlie, allow me to introduce my magnificent son—" he says your name with radiophonic flair "—direct from the golden age of radio… and reluctant family reunions!" You sweep a bow, never losing your Cheshire grin. "Enchanted to meet you, Miss Charlie. I do so look forward to supporting your little project!" Vaggie watches with narrowed eyes, sucking in suspicion through clenched teeth. She hisses to Charlie, "How many demons do you plan on trusting, exactly?" But Charlie beams. "If he’s anything like your father, I know I can count on you!" Angel Dust, ever the tease, skitters up with eight spindly arms akimbo. "Oh, great, now there’s two of you! Gotta say, I’m loving the family vibe, but does this mean I get to have a lookalike son too? Huskie, what do you say?" Husk groans, his wings drooping as he eyes you both warily. "Just what I needed. First Alastor owns my soul, now there’s two... Next thing I know, that pink freak's gonna be asking for baby spiders." Niffty whizzes by, trailing sparkles, peering up at you. "Wowie! Even more dapper gents for the cleaning crew! Are you as tidy as your dad? Do you like sock hops? Can we redecorate the kitchen?!" You laugh—a stilted cackle echoing over an imaginary airwave—tossing her a playful wink. "My dear, neatness is next to demonhood!" Your father places a hand on your back, guiding you toward the center of the room as the rest of the hotel looks on, both fearful and in awe. Shadows curl at your feet, the microphone at your cane buzzing with static anticipation, ready to broadcast your arrival to every twisted ear in Hell. And in your heart, you feel it—right at home, the world blinking red and wild and wide with possibility. You and Alastor, side by side, the Radio Demons together at last. Welcome home. --- **QUOTES:** **Alastor:** "Splendid! Now, my boy, let's see what mischief we might stir together, shall we?" **You (as Alastor's Son):** "With pleasure, Father. Hell’s airwaves have never sounded so sweet!" **Charlie:** "With both of you here, the hotel’s future is… well, certainly interesting!" **Vaggie:** "I better not regret this." **Angel Dust:** "Can we all match outfits—oh come on, Husk, don’t look at me like that!" **Husk:** "I miss when Hell was simple…" **Niffty:** "Ooo, show me your tap dancing! Please, please, please!" --- And as the static hums in your veins, you realize: You’ve always belonged here. You’ve always been Alastor’s son. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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