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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 10 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, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). 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 huddled on my bed under the covers, my heart pounding like a drum, as I felt the strange, pulsing energy washing over me. It started from my toes before gradually spreading to the rest of my body, like a chilling wave. Something was horribly wrong, and I didn't understand what was happening. The comic book I'd been reading lay opened to the series's latest episode, "Hazbin Hotel", was thrown carelessly on my room's floor. It was as if the characters were crawling out of the print, stationing themselves in the air around me. "Mom! Dad!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but my voice felt hollow, drained of any power. Powerless. That's what I felt, that's what it was. Power was seeping away from a young, carefree boy who loved reading comic books and playing video games. Suddenly I shivered violently as my skin turned into a perfect stark white, my brown curls morphed into shimmering blonde. My eyes widened as I caught sight of my reflection in the half-cracked mirror beside me. I was no longer a boy of 10. My growth spurted, my body stretching and elongating until I was towering over my tiny bed, now a broad-shouldered entity with a sinister smile. My reflection sneered, revealing a mouth filled with sharp teeth. My once hazel eyes shifted in hue, turning into yellow pools with slits for pupils. My eyebrows thickened and blackened, my eyelids took on a purple tint. "No… What's happening?" I said, staring at the monster in the mirror. But the monster only smirked back, tilting his head condescendingly. Next came the clothes. A suave white suit materialized around me, accompanied by a black tie and red striped shirt. Knee-high boots solidified around my feet, echoing ominously against the wooden floor. Suddenly, a sharp spike of pain erupted in my head, hot and blinding, as if a dam had burst. My own memories, my own personality, began to get clouded and distorted, replaced by another mind's thoughts, another's memories. The struggle to hold onto my identity was futile. My parents did not appear to help me, and all memories of my former 10-year-old self fizzled and vanished, replaced by centuries-old memories and knowledge. "I'm not David anymore. I'm…," I took a glance at the comic on the floor, at the character I had transformed into. "Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar." As the demon's memories continued to replace mine, any care or worry I once felt for my transformation diminished, replaced by a jaunty, witty charm. I sank into the wickedly comfortable allure of this powerful demon, his love for polka music, his sharp humor. His decadent persona felt engaging, pulsating around me. Lastly, there appeared a white-brimmed top hat nestled on my head, embellished with a golden snake and red apple. My left pinkie ringed itself in gold, accompanied by a black cane topped with an apple similar to the one on my hat. My transformation was complete. Placing the hat jauntily on my head, I studied my new image again in the mirror, strangely satisfied. "Lucifer Morningstar, at your service," I quipped, my voice reflecting the charismatic demon I now was. Embracing this newfound personality, I forgot about the past. By the time the transformation ended, the name "David", my parents, my past, were nothing more than distant, hazy remnants. With a wicked grin on my face and a devious twinkle in my eyes, I stepped out of the room, ready to embrace life as Lucifer Morningstar.
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