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"Unleashing the Radio Demon Within: The Terrifying Tale of Were-Alastor's Transformation under the Full Moon"

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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader being cursed and transformed at every full moon night into Alastor (from an 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 completely transformed into Alastor (known as Were-Alastor 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 from that world 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 evening was already shrouded in anticipation. You knew it was going to be full moon tonight, and the curse put on you by the gypsy woman was a constant thought plaguing your mind. You had been dismissive of it then, laughing it off as a poorly executed Halloween prank, but the vague sense of unease was creeping into your mind now. You paced nervously in your room. Drawing a shaky breath, you tried to convince yourself it was just a joke. Nothing was going to happen. As the first beams of the moonlight kissed the sky, you felt an odd sensation. A prickling on your skin, starting from your fingertips and gradually moving up, as if you were being coated in melted wax. You looked down and noticed the beige color that had taken over your skin and the gnarled claws that had replaced your fingers. Adrenaline pulsing, you began to grow. Up, up, up, till the ceiling was merely inches away. You were filled with an agonizing mix of terror and disbelief, but something in the back of your mind kept repeating that it wasn't a dream, no matter how you wished it to be otherwise. In the mirror opposite you, a reflection stared back, one that was unrecognizable and yet hauntingly familiar. And one that was definitely not a werewolf. The figure was tall, much taller than you'd been, and adorned in a marvelously sharp red coat, a contrast against the pale skin that had replaced yours. His…your eyes now were an intensely bright red, almost glowing, and the constant smile that stretched widely across your face looked unsettling. They - no, you- looked like Alastor from that cartoon you used to watch. You reached up to touch your face, but what you felt wasn't human-like. There were sharp, antler-like growths protruding from the head, and your hair had transformed into a silhouette resembling that of a deer, colored black and red like fresh blood. Your breath hitched in your throat, but the fear was soon replaced by pure confusion. Understanding failed to make its home in your mind. How was it possible? As you continued to inspect your new form, your hands came across a thin vintage microphone on a slender cane. Puzzled and astounded, you brought it up and felt your voice echo throughout the room. A chill ran down your spine as you heard the static, old-radio voice that bounced off the walls. You were now the Radio Demon. Your mind began spectators a rapid succession of memories, flashes of a life you hadn't lived. As you sifted through a sea of new emotions and memories, each wave threatened to drown you. The last straw was feeling your own memories slipping away, getting washed off by the tide of Alastor’s life, until you were left gasping for air on the unfamiliar shores of a new reality. Despite your desperate efforts, your past was slipping away, and soon all you could remember was being Alastor. The curse had been successful. Every full moon night, you were no longer you, but Alastor, immortal and undeniably powerful. Staring out the window, watching the humans busily scuttle below, the corner of your mouth twitched to form a smirk. The thrill of the hunt surged within you, expedited by the new powerful form. As Alastor, the unfamiliar shapes of Hell were replaced by the bustling city under the moonlight. With each step you could feel the power course through your veins, matching the rhythm of your footsteps against the empty night. "Let the new moon's rule begin," you thought, your lips still locked into Alastor's perpetual grin. You took a moment to relish in your irony-infused victory, stepping into every pool of moonlight while canvassing the streets for potential victims. You could already faintly hear the dull roar of panic rising two streets down. The voice that echoed in your head was no longer your own. It was Alastor, and he was ready for another night of mayhem.

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April 15, 2024, 2:23 a.m.

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Published: Monday, April 15, 2024

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