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Question: Write the POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 12 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to thousands of years old and being immortal suddenly), height progression (growing taller almost instantly 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). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. 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 (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar tailcoat suit, long white poofy pants, a black bowtie, a pair of black gloves, black knee-high heeled boots, 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 has a very thin body (but is still powerful due to supernatural angelic and demonic powers) and he is slightly shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith, but he is still quite 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. The story would be that Lilith Morningstar, the queen of Hell and is Lucifer's wife, was getting bored with ruling Hell by herself and wanted a powerful husband of her own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lilith (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the child reader and sent him to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Lucifer Morningstar. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The sudden chill of unfamiliar darkness enveloped me, the cozy warmth of my childhood bedroom faded, replaced by an ominous cold. The air held a heaviness, it felt strange…almost alien to my lungs. A deafening silence buzzed in my ears, my heart pounded as if trying to fight the alien feeling overwhelming my senses. I could make out a figure looming in the cavernous space around me, it was… a woman? Her features were shrouded in darkness, leaving just her eyes shining like vivid emeralds. She moved closer, a flicker of a smile on her face. "Apologies for the abrupt interruption, my dear," she crooned in a velvety voice, "But I need your assistance. I require a... partner. What's your say on becoming the king of Hell?" Her words struck my twelve-year-old mind with confusion and terror. Cries for my parents fell on deaf ears as they were replaced by a haunting laughter, then swallowed by the darkness that closed in around me. And then it began, an onslaught of sensations. My flesh tingled as if a thousand tiny bugs crawled beneath it, unbearable, almost painful. The agonizing sensation grew, I felt my own body being stretched, twisted, molded with each passing second. My t-shirt and jeans morphed into a sophisticated tailcoat suit, my feet encased in shiny black boots. A cold sensation of something metallic slipped onto my pinkie, a golden ring – a symbol of authority and power. Colors, faces, memories that were not my own, flooded my mind with an inexplicably painful surge, wiping away my own existence. Fragments of a new existence began to replace all that I knew, one of eternal damnation and rule, a power that defied mortality itself. With each surge of pain, my height increased, my body elongated, adapting to the transformation relentlessly thrust upon me. The nubile visage I beheld in the mirror earlier was replaced with the demonic magnificence of pure white skin, blonde hair, and red-slitted eyes reflecting the endless torments and pleasures of a thousand lifetimes and then some. In my newly-found voice – a rich baritone that held an edge of gravel – I let out a hoarse call. Calling for help, crying out my own name, as if it would ward off the inexplicable change. But all was in vain. As the transformation reached its zenith, I felt an unexpected sense of euphoria intermingled with harrowing darkness. An eerie tranquility masked the explosive turmoil within, like calm waters running deep. Suddenly, I was standing – not as a boy thrown into unknown realms – but as a king who held dominion over uncharted territories of darkness. In the depths of my consciousness, the boy I was struggled to hold on, but he was already gone, drowned in oceans of new memories. Lucifer Morningstar was born, while the boy was silently lost in the unfathomable depths of his transformation. Waves of warm memories of a life so brightly lived emerged – memories of laughter, love, and merriment with a woman named Lilith, my wife. A sudden realization dawned on me - I was no longer the twelve-year-old boy who was lying in his room reading a book mere moments ago. I was now Lucifer Morningstar – the king of Hell, an immortal being with inherent angelic and demonic powers – a showman with a biting wit and a goofy yet menacing charm. The boy was no more, but in his place stood a ruler, destined to share his reign with the creature who brought about this eerie transformation. To my newfound senses, this felt entirely logical, as the boy's memory slowly faded away, leaving behind the ecstasy and torment that was Lucifer Morningstar. "I hope you've settled in well," The emerald-eyed woman – my wife Lilith – approached, reaching out to caress my transformed face. "We have a lot of ruling to do, my king…" The euphoria that washed over me was overwhelming, yet… welcoming; the dread losing its grip, replaced by a festive kind of dread, the dread of ruling Hell. And so, with a newfound sense of enthusiasm, I embraced my fate – my forever destiny. If Hell had a throne, I had just taken it.
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