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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to many centuries old and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar, even trying to call for help from the reader's mom and dad during the transformation). For Lucifer's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes are yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter, has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. He also wears a wide-brimmed white top hat, with a golden snake and red apple over golden spikes reminiscent a crown. On his left pinkie, he wears a golden ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. He is slightly shorter than his daughter Charlie and his wife Lilith, but he is still tall compared with most other demons. Never short of puns, quips, or jokes, Lucifer Morningstar is zany, self-indulgent, easily bored, and jaunty, a witty and charismatic showman with a goofy and silly charm (emphasizing his love of polka music), while simultaneously maintaining an air of regality and menace to avoid making others feel too comfortable around him. Lucifer is a husband to Lilith Morningstar, and they both love each other very much, being described as "passionate, cheesy lovers" by some other demons. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach. The TV show on my screen, "Hazbin Hotel," paused itself just as Lucifer Morningstar was about to speak. "Weird," I muttered and tried to hit play again. To my astonishment, the frame of Lucifer started moving, his lips shaping words not according to the script, but to me. "Ready to spice up your life, kiddo?" And as his voice echoed around my room, bizarre things started happening. I started to feel strange, stretching along the horizontal and vertical axes. At nine years old, I had never been obsessed with my height, but now it seemed I was sprouting like a beanstalk. I yelped, trying to call out, "Mom! Dad!" But my voice had dropped several octaves and sounded alien to my ears. The panic increased when I looked down. My comfortable cartoon T-shirt was being replaced by button-up white shirt, and my bare legs were being swallowed by long pants. Suddenly, my erasable marker on the table floated into the air. It unraveled itself, becoming a long, black cane topped with a red apple. My heart nearly leaped from my chest. I was turning – oh my god – I was turning into Lucifer Morningstar from the animated series! I tried to fight it, but all I could do was helplessly watch as my body aged rapidly to accommodate the tall, handsome figure that Lucifer was. I was growing facial hair, and my once mouse-brown hair turned a shiny blonde tumbling across my shoulders like a golden waterfall. As I looked in the mirror, it was chilling to see the cartoon's primary antagonist where the image of a young boy once stood. Lucifer's bright yellow eyes with red slit pupils stared back. This wasn't me anymore. This was Lucifer Morningstar, the loved and feared head honcho of Hell. The weirdest thing was not what I saw, or the luxurious feel of my new clothes, but inside my head. My memories were rearranged, displaced, replaced. My nine years of life started to fade, replaced by centuries of living in Hell, bantering with demons, running a devilish empire. I was married to Lilith Morningstar, the most desirable wife. Slowly my memories of my parent's faces, my home, my school, blurred as I recalled encounters with grotesque, yet familiar hell dwellers. A fit of laughter erupted from me, but it didn't sound like a tiny boy's giggle anymore. It was a man's robust, hearty laughter. I saw myself – Lucifer, whirling around on the ballroom floor, dancing to the delightful tunes of polka music. "Quite a ride, isn't it?" I found myself whispering to my reflection. "You must admit life's so much more entertaining as Lucifer Morningstar." As I straightened my bowtie, twirling my cane, I realized, looking forward to my immortal life. I didn't remember ever being anything else. After all, who'd prefer to be a small boy when they could enjoy being Lucifer Morningstar?
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