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Under the Moon's Glow: A Night of Transformation into Alastor, the Radio Demon


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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, 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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The crisp evening air felt cool against your skin as you strolled down the busy street. The dark never bothered you; in fact, it was empowering. But tonight was different. Your heart pounded in your chest as you remembered an encounter you had had only a few days ago. An old gypsy woman, with wrinkles that bore stories of time you couldn’t fathom, had accosted you. She had murmured something about a curse, a full moon, and a demonic transformation. You had chuckled lightly, brushing her off as a senile woman caught in her fairy tales. But as the memory flooded back, an eerie chill ran down your spine. A casual glance upwards confirmed your fear. There, hanging in the night sky, was the full moon. A circle of ominous silver hung peacefully, oblivious to the transformation it was about to induce. It was time. Your body started to tingle, a buzzing sensation overtaking your skin. You looked down to see your hands starting to change. Your arm was broadening, muscles pulsating as they expanded and contracted, stretching your skin to impossibly thin limits. Your skin changed from your usual comfortable olive to an off-putting beige. You could do nothing but watch, mesmerized and horrified, as you grew taller, your height soon reaching a good 7 feet. Your clothes started to tighten around your transformed body, but before it could start to hurt, they transformed as well, melting into a red pinstripe coat and matching pants. Glancing down, you noticed your feet had changed too, the toes replaced by hooves. Suddenly, a sharp pain cut through your head. Reaching up, your fingers encountered two small black antlers jutting out of your scalp. A mirror in a nearby store confirmed your transformation – a grin that stretched unnaturally across your face, impossible to remove, assaulted your crimson eyes. A change began to swirl in your mind, too. Your memories faded like wisps of smoke dissolving into nothing, replaced by those of an earlier era, of a man named Alastor. Despite your efforts, your self-identity was slipping, a new persona creeping in, bone chilling and ecstatic. You blinked. The once familiar world now seemed different. The towering skyscrapers bowing their metallic heads to the eerie luminescence of the moon seemed like creatures of a different realm. A swift glance at your reflection confirmed a demonic transformation had taken place. Suddenly, a laugh bubbled up from your gut. It was chilling, ringing out into the night like a radio broadcaster's riff. You realized it was your laugh. It spooked you. But then, why were you laughing? It was almost as if you were enjoying this transformation. A sudden thirst for power, chaos, and sadistic pleasure filled you. You felt an itch in your hands, an urge to fiddle around with something. You found the microphone-topped cane in your hold, its sly grin mocking and encouraging you simultaneously. "Good evening, I am Alastor, the Radio Demon," you heard yourself speak in a voice that sounded like it was being transmitted through an antique radio. The tone, the laughter, the grin on your face, all felt natural. Your fear and shock were being replaced by a strange acceptance. You remembered your life as a human, but it seemed like a distant dream. The taste of strong liquor, a love for cooking and watching humans fail, your disdain for dogs - they all came to you like an old friend. And an excitement for the stock-market crash of 1929? You didn’t even live to see that event… The transformation was complete. You were no longer the human reader you used to know, but Alastor, the Radio Demon, and it time to wreak havoc under the full moon's watch. Cursed and doomed to replay this transformation every full moon.

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April 14, 2024, 8:04 p.m.

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Published: Sunday, April 14, 2024

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