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"The Unveiling of Were-Alastor: A Transformation Tale of Moonlit Monstrosity"


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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 a 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 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 the mortal human, even claiming to scared mortal humans that he is "Were-Alastor" or "WereAlastor") due to transforming from a mortal human every full moon night). Alastor, formerly the human reader, now broadcasts throughout the mortal realm (Earth) as well as kill and feast 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).

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The moon shone bright in the night sky, its full round figure looming over the world. You chuckled as you remembered the words of the old gypsy woman you had bumped into a few days ago. "You shall bear the fangs and form of a demon, child, each night when Luna is at her brightest," she had wheezed, an eerie twinkle in her wrinkled eye. But you were in no mood for fairy-tale curses. You brushed off her claim, thinking it to be the nonsensical ramblings of a senile old woman. Fast forward a few days, to the first night of the full moon. As dusk fell, you felt a strange sensation creeping up on you. The air seemed heavier somehow, charged with an enigmatic energy. A peculiar feeling of dread coiled in your stomach, but you dismissed it as the product of an overactive imagination. But as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the change began. A searing pain shot through your body. Contorting in pain, you saw your reflection morphing. Your skin turned a bizarre hue of beige, your torso slimmed down to an unnatural thinness. Your shoulders broadened, and you shot up, growing taller and taller until you towered at a staggering seven feet high. Your hair, too, underwent a transformation. It shifted and squirted, turning into a pinkish-red crop with black tips. Two tufts stuck out from the top, eerily resembling deer ears. Tiny black antlers erupted from your scalp, growing bigger and bigger. "Wh-what's happening?" you croaked, your voice now underlain with a static, reminiscent of an old-timey radio. It was not your voice. It was much deeper, much older, a man's voice. Your eyes burned, your vision tinting red as your pupils dilated, turning into familiar radio dials. Your regular clothes were replaced by a sharp, red pinstripe coat, underneath which you wore a crimson dress-shirt, black pants with bright red cuffs, and shiny boots, the soles decorated with red deer hoofprints. You reached out, your fingers now elongated and tipped with red claws. A vintage-style microphone appeared in your now clawed hand. In a fit of terror, you tried to fight these changes, pulling away from the reflection that was no longer your own – You were no longer you. Yet, despite your resistance, your mind was slowly eroding. Your memories, your experiences, everything that made you 'You,' was fading away, replaced with the strange demon now looking back at you through the mirror. You tried to recall your name, but all that came out was one word - "Alastor." In the depths of what once was your mind, a terrifying realization echoed. You were now this Alastor, the cursed creature the gypsy woman had forewarned about. Your unusually broad smile didn't reflect your internal turmoil. Smiling - always smiling. An untouched, amiable personality now began to unwrap itself from the depths of you. Broadcasts, black coffee, musical prowess, and a love for cooking merged with your thoughts, erasing their predecessors. "I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon," you said aloud, a note of acceptance in your voice. You had become the very creature you were destined to be, a being – Were-Alastor - compelled by the full moon. And now, as Alastor, you would be left to reign over every full moon night, dancing between the realms of Earth and the underworld, broadcasting, hunting, feasting. The human you were was now a mere echo in the world, erased entirely, replaced by the charming Alastor, the doomed, immortal Radio Demon.

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April 15, 2024, 10:34 p.m.

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Published: Monday, April 15, 2024

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