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"The Moonlit Transformation: Embracing the Curse of Becoming Alastor the Radio Demon Every Full Moon"


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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into Alastor (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change (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 the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Alastor the Radio Demon). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader turned into him), 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). 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 an evil gypsy woman to transform into a demonic creature every full moon night; however, the reader just laughs off and believes that it was just a lady doing a scary yet silly prank. Just days later, at one night, however, when the moon is full, the reader undergoes a transformation. But he/she does not transform into a werewolf as he/she initially believes/thinks by the start of the transformation, instead, the reader transforms (against his/her will) completely into 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, but to no avail), leaving the reader, now Alastor (known as Were-Alastor due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night), to broadcast as well as kill and feast on any mortal humans every night 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).

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You had always been intrigued by magic and superstitions, but when an old gypsy woman cursed you one day, spinning tales of full moons and gruesome transformations, you merely laughed it off. No such thing could exist, right? Yet only days later, under the glowing light of a full moon, you would experience an unfathomable transformation. As the eerie moonlight bathed you, your skin began to crawl, and a searing pain ripped through your body as if you were being turned inside out. You barely recognized the reflection in the mirror, but it was impossible to ignore the reality: you were no longer human. Your once average height shot up drastically, reaching a towering seven feet tall. Your torso slimmed down, becoming unnaturally thin, and your shoulders widened. Your eyes took on a dark-red hue, pupils thinning into slivers that transformed into radio dials. Before your eyes, you saw peculiar antlers sprout from your hair, it morphing into a pinkish-red bob-cut with black tips. Your fingers elongated, perfectly sharp claws producing from your fingertips. Your clothes changed, too, and you suddenly found yourself dressed in a red pinstripe coat, a bright red dress-shirt with black cross, long black dress pants with matching cuffs, a dark-red monocle rimmed with black, and a black knotted bowtie. Black gloves, boots, and a peculiar cane with a sentient vintage microphone on top completed your ensemble. You couldn't help but notice the voice echo in your thoughts, articulating in an old-fashioned radio announcer's accent. An unstoppable, broad, and toothy grin plastered on your face, and a ghoulish delight bubbled inside you at hearing yourself speak through that vintage resonance. Inexplicably, you found your personality shifting too. The transformation wasn't just physical; it invaded your mind. You were Alastor, the Radio Demon. Every memory of your old life seemed to fade away, and in their place were the memories and experiences of this infamous entity. You tried to fight it, tried to hold onto your past self, but it was of no use. Alastor's personality consumed yours, feeding on the last scraps of who you used to be. Surprisingly, an immense power surged within you. Every full moon, you found abilities coursing through you; you could transform into a demon, manipulate shadows, create portals, wield power that appeared like glowing red symbols. You became a deal-maker demon, a broadcaster in hell, a master chef, bilingual, even a great dancer. And yet, you also held some odd preferences: black coffee over tea, strong liquor, the "picture show," bitter tastes, playing pranks, strong admiration for the Stock Market Crash of 1929—but with an utter disgust for being touched, anything sweet, post-30s' technology, and anyone ruining your outfit. As the night drew to a close, the power lessening, you considered trying to fight the remaining Alastor within you. But as the daylight crept in, his voice chuckled in your mind: "Why fight, when we could have so much more fun together?" With a sigh, your grin broadened. Another full moon, another night as Alastor. Apparently, this was your new life, whether you liked it or not. The story of your transformation spread, echoing through the silent streets. The tale that once made you laugh had become your reality, the sinister ghost story of the "Were-Alastor" a beacon in the night for those seeking thrills and chills, or simply seeking their end at the hands of a demon on a full moon night. And through it all, Alastor's voice crooned out cheerfully, a loving homage to the chaos, the madness, and, most importantly, the show. "What do you say, folks?" Alastor's voice resounded through the radio, your smiling visage reflecting off the windows. "Who's ready for the next full moon?"

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April 15, 2024, 2:03 a.m.

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Published: Monday, April 15, 2024

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