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Moonlit Transformation: The Curse of Becoming Alastor's Identical Twin Brother

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader being cursed and transformed in every full moon night into an identical twin brother of Alastor (from an adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (becoming the age of 30s-40s years old, exactly as left off from Alastor's death from his human life in 1933, becoming immortal in the process), height progression (growing from a normal height to 7 feet tall), voice change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For the reader's WereAlastor/Were-Alastor appearance (after the reader turned into his identical twin brother every full moon night), he is identical to Alastor in every way, in height, proportions, appearance, deep and voice (sounding like it's coming from an old vintage radio), supernatural powers, personality, and preferences; however, the only difference is the coloration of his outfit, hair, and iris colors (although the sclerae of each of his eyes are literally pitch black in color), which his hair and clothee matches the colors of his previous hair and outfit colors, although they have Alastor's exact color patterns. He also has his own thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, being of the different color from Alastor's own sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, whilst also having an eye in the middle of the microphone, and the WereAlastor/Were-Alastor reader uses his microphone-tipped cane to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. 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 is completely hairless except for his eyebrows, eyelashes, and the hair on the side, back, and top of his head (like a human's). 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. 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). 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 the reader has been cursed by being attacked by Alastor the Radio Demon himself, with Alastor biting the reader in the throat and ripping chunks of flesh, causing major blood loss (the reader however survives, just injured), before Alastor tells the reader it it's only the beginning of the curse. Just days later, at one night, when the moon is full (and after the reader sees the full moon), the reader undergoes a transformation. But he does not transform into a werewolf as he initially believes/thinks by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms (against his will) completely into an identical clone of Alastor the Radio Demon, in both body and mind, every full moon night (the reader tries to fight back all the changes and call for help from his friend(s)/family, but to no avail), leaving the reader now completely transformed into Alastor (known to himself and the terrified humans as "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor" (which Alastor also likes to call himself every full moon night after transforming from a mortal, even claiming to scared mortal humans that he is "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor") due to transforming from a mortal boy every full moon night). The original Alastor, who had placed a curse on the reader just by biting the reader a few nights earlier, watches the transforming the reader and instantly befriends the new Alastor. The new Alastor, formerly the reader, now broadcasts throughout the mortal realm (Earth) alongside the original Alastor, with both the original Alastor and the new Alastor (known as "Were-Alastors" or "WereAlastors") also killing and feasting on any mortal humans and their souls from the mortal world every night on Earth when the moon is full. 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 SorceryElves

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A cold breeze swept through your hair as the unforgiving moon stared down at you accusingly, your body feeling different, wrong even. You swallowed hard, recalling the fateful encounter that happened only a few days ago. The image of a uniquely dapper demon, complete with his vintage radio-speaking voice and charm, flashed in your mind — Alastor, The Radio Demon. His sharp teeth had dug deep into your flesh, both of you knowing that his bite was not just a mere injury, but a curse with eternal consequences. A jolt of pain spread from where the bite was to the base of your skull, shooting down your spine. You screamed, clutching at your throat, and as the pain intensified, it felt as if you were tearing open from the inside out. But it wasn't a werewolf you were becoming. No — you were transforming into an identical version of Alastor, the Radio Demon. The initial shock waned, replaced by the horrifying realization of your transformation. The mortal human you were existed no more. You tried to cling to your humanity, your memories, your identity. But they felt foreign, slipping through your grasp like grains of sand. "Fight it", you tried to tell yourself, your voice lost in the static noise echoing in your ears. Your height shot up remarkably, proportion by proportion. You felt your heart pound as every bone cracked and shifted, expanding until you were a towering seven feet. You noticed your clothes morphing, the once familiar fabric now bearing the colors of the demon's outfit. The fabric was just as frighteningly familiar, and you recoiled at the touch. Your old clothes, your old life, felt lost to you as your almost pleading fingers ran through your hair, now possessing the distinct bob-cut and hues akin to Alastor's. It was as if your very being was being overridden by Alastor's personality, his memories surging, flooding your mind. "Hold on to your past," you willed yourself, but his memories, his taste, his habits — everything seemed to be drowning your own existence. It was only when you ultimately mimicked Alastor's broad and eerie grin did you reach the point of no return. You felt yourself unwillingly reach for a microphone-tipped cane that had popped into existence beside you, your fingers curling naturally around it. Much to your despair, you found watered-down recollections of your life being replaced by Alastor's potent memories - his love for music and dance, his excitement for the Stock Market Crash of 1929, his passion for cooking. They swirled around you, making your head throb with the potent, whooshing sensation. Plagued by the chilling transformation, you decided to look at your reflection in the mirror - the sight nearly brought you to your knees. Gazing back at you was the spitting image of Alastor himself. Your skin had turned beige, you had antlers on your head, your eyes had a peculiar sharp gaze that could send chills down anyone's spine, and your permanently fixed degree smile was mirror-like of Alastor's menacing grin. Alastor's voice echoed in your mind, a static-filled and thin chuckle. “Welcome to the show, old friend,” he cooed. And at that moment, you knew that you were WereAlastor. From then onwards, you lived dual lives. Each full moon, you'd transform into your alternate self, broadcasting alongside Alastor himself, all the while succumbing to the new proclivities and mind of the Radio Demon. The terrorizing grin of Alastor on your face, you felt as if Alastor was living through you. To the world and, horrifically, to your senses, you were now permanently, irreversibly, WereAlastor.

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April 20, 2024, 2:22 a.m.

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Published: Saturday, April 20, 2024

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