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"The Moon's Curse: A Transformation into Alastor, the Radio Demon"

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a 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, 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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As you step out of the ramshackle hut, the old gypsy's words echo in your mind, "Beware, for every full moon's night shall transform you, not the beast you imagine but construct of a greater evil." Her cackling laugh feels more chilling than amusing. You dismiss her, thinking it's just some theatrical prank. Days go by, and you almost forget that eerie warning until you find yourself standing beneath a full moon, the silvery orb looming ominously in the night sky. Bizarre sensations surge through your body, starting with an unnerving crawling under your skin. A gasp escapes your lips as your stature grows, stretching upwards like an old oak reaching for the sky. The world below seems to be shrinking as you expand, monstrously breaching the seven-foot mark. You want to scream for help but the words choke in your throat, leaving you in a lonely, silent struggle. You desperately claw at your clothing to rectify the weird tightness, feeling your attire shift under your touch. Gone are your usual clothes, replaced with a sweeping pinstripe coat in sharp red, a bright dress shirt bearing a black cross, accompanied by black boots and gloves with red accents, and a vivid crimson bow tie. Panic continues to strike as an odd sensation of thinness overtakes you, increasingly disturbing proportions take form. Your torso slims down, arms and legs growing thinner and your shoulders broadening. The world shifts in a myriad of colors as your eyes change their usual hues to a startling crimson, sharpening your vision with a demonic sight. Your heart races as you bring up a hand to feel the sharp ends of antlers protruding from your hair, now sleek and bobbed. In awe, you find your hand leading down to your face, tracing the permanently broad grin now stretching till your cheeks, filled with sharp, yellow teeth. You fight the transformation, your mind desperately holding onto memories, onto You. However, it feels like slipping sand. Each nostalgia, each sweet memory, every bit of You begins seeping away, replaced by thoughts of deals with souls, broadcasts, and a peculiar pleasure in the misery of others. You feel the knowledge coming from nowhere, of conjuring fire, manipulating shadows, the whispers of forgotten rituals, and a colloquial French slipping in-between your thoughts. Attaining the full height, your own reflection sends a shiver down your spine - a spitting image of Alastor, the Radio Demon. You can hear the laugh of the gypsy woman echoing through your mind. With a sigh, your voice hits you anew, resonating with the rhythmic cadence of a vintage radio announcer echoing out. The night is young, your thoughts echo Alastor's as you mentally eye the fearful souls listening in to your broadcast, ready to hunt, ready to feed. Night after night, this becomes your cruel reality. You want to reject it, fight it, yet every sliver of your existence anticipates the next full moon, the next slaughter, the next broadcast, until finally there is no ‘You', only Alastor – the Radio Demon. Every full moon, the transformation is something you no longer fight rather accept with open arms because you are no longer a visitor to Alastor's realm, you are Alastor. Without hesitation, without remorse, without any remaining trace of the human you used to be, you step into the night, ready to quench the eternal hunger of a demon with no past, only the present and an ill-defined future.

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April 14, 2024, 6:48 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, April 14, 2024

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