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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into Crimson (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into the world of Helluva Boss), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Crimson's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes, making the reader permanently and completely forget about his past self as a normal human and only remember being Crimson, an imp and a mafia leader). The transformation into Fizzarolli is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Crimson's appearance (after the reader turned into him), he is a quite tall imp demon, standing closer in height to Blitzo, with white hair, black and white striped horns, and yellow sclera. Like all imps, he lacks visible ears or nostrils. Around his eyes are white markings, with the right being larger than the left. He possesses a crooked and bent tail with white accents near the base and on the middle of his tail fork. His appearance is similar to his son Moxxie, with similar hair and shape of his horns, however larger and slightly more jagged. Unlike his son (Moxxie), Crimson's skin is a darker shade of red and his legs appear to be plantigrade (like a human's), rather than digitigrade, but still have red cloven hooves (unlike human feet). He also has short-clawed fingers on his hands. Crimson has a short reptilian-looking muzzle and all of his teeth are sharp fangs, while one of his fangs is a golden fang unlike the other teeth (which are white). Crimson's attire consists of a red high-collar shirt that grips his neck, topped by a navy blue coat with light blue accents, thin red stripes, red buttons, and red lining. His pants are dark blue which also have thin red stripes, and his shoes are black and red-heeled dress shoes. He also wears a black fedora with a red and white band. Crimson is a vicious and extremely ruthless crime boss that controls a large army of shark-like demon gangsters. He is horrifically abusive towards Moxxie since his childhood, constantly levying physical and psychological abuse towards Moxxie, and by extension his wife. He cultivates an aura of fear in those that know him, even towards his own family members and close associates like Moxxie and Chazwick. Ultimately, his greed and power come first to him, and he harbors no remorse for his victims. This comes to the point that he appears mentally prepared to kill blood-related family members, such as his wife and Moxxie, to advance his personal goals. Despite this, he is capable of exhibiting a seemingly jovial, warm, happy, and even charismatic presence when he chooses to do so, such as during his initial meeting with Blitzo and Millie, or during moments when he feels comfortable. However, he can be quick to discard this external display of affection as required. For Crimson's preference, he likes smoking, monetary gain, organized crime, mistreating Moxxie, and hanging body parts of his victims as house decorations; he however dislikes anyone who double-crosses him, anyone lesser than him, and anyone talking back to him. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
When you woke in your apartment that day you felt something was a little off. Your alarm blared, the radio station you always listened to played the usual racket that sounded so uncommonly wrong this morning. Dismissing it, you stretched, groaning as you exited your bed. As you tried to stand, a dizzy spell took you, the world spinning around, colors peeling off their usual places. You rubbed your eyes, thinking you had just woken up wrong. As your vision cleared, your surroundings turned precariously surreal. "Yeah... it's a helluva day." You mumbled to yourself with a chuckle. It was a favorite line from your loved, animated series, Helluva Boss. As you went through your morning routine, you began to feel slightly taller than usual. While you were brushing your teeth, you glanced at your reflection and nearly choked on your toothpaste. There, stood a face on the brink of transformation – darker skin, sharper teeth, one already glowing a menacing and prominent gold. Confusion and fear sat in your stomach like twisted iron as you touched your long white hair, a rather jarring contrast to your natural shade. It was then you noticed the white and black striped horns protruding from your forehead. You realised with a sinking feeling that there was a new tail snaking out from behind - bent and crooked, with white accents near its base and a fork in the end. Shaking, you got up and staggered back to your room, opening your closet to only find a sea of red high-collar shirts that clung to your neck, topped with navy-blue coats with light blue accents. There were neatly ironed pants with thin red stripes and polished black and red-heeled dress shoes. Sitting atop was a black fedora with a red and white band. It was then you noticed again: your nails were now short and sharp, claw-like. As much as you tried to fight it, all your human clothes were just slipping from your memory like sand through fingers. You tried to take in deep, calming breaths, to tell yourself you were just dreaming, but your reflection only echoed the reality. Each beat of your heart seemed to beat in sync with the world around you, changing, merging, until you could no longer decipher the difference between your apartment and a hellacious landscape. Screams of agony echoed from the distance expressed by souls in anguish above the crackling hellfire, blending seamlessly with everyday sounds. The fear for your impending transformation into Crimson washed over as the memories of who you once were started to fade. Suddenly, you remembered your family, your friends. But these memories transformed into horrific scenes of involving the imp you were becoming. Soon, you realised that you even carried a vendetta with a certain imp named Moxxie. Moments of camaraderie were replaced with abusive recollections. Instead of friendly faces, there was only the fear and respect given to a mafia boss. The dizziness waned, and along with it left all your memories of your past life. Like a distant dream, your past as a human was completely forgotten. When you looked into the mirror again, you weren't startled. Crimson, the imp you'd turned into, glared back at you - vicious, ruthless, and unapologetically demonic. Your reflection only lit a nefarious smile on your face as waves of intimidation washed over you. You lighted a cigarette, inhaling deep, a heat all too familiar spreading across your chest. Pictures of your victims adorned the walls and a sense of accomplishment filled you. "This is the life." You couldn't help but chuckle, your once familiar voice echoed in the room. It was the mockery and joviality dumped in it that awarded your victims one last slice of dread. You stepped out of your apartment, the hellish landscape loomed over, serving as a constant reminder of your transformation into Crimson. Your former world now replaced by the world you loved to watch in Helluva Boss – just now, you were a part of it too. With your past completely forgotten and a newfound identity, it was time to run your empire. As Crimson, life would now be a helluva boss fight.
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