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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a male human reader (averaging 5.7 or more feet tall) turning into a son of Lucifer Morningstar (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with clothes change, age change, height change, voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with the Morningstar bloodline), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced by a new personality and new memories of being part of the royal Morningstar family, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past mortal self and only remember being a son to Lucifer Morningstar). For the reader's new self (now a fallen angel rather than a normal and mortal human), he is a about the same height as his former self, but with a now unnaturally-slender body with a literally pure white skin. The reader in this form has blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips, a mouth full of sharp white teeth, a large rosy-red circle on each cheek, and yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids, like Lucifer, who is his new dad. The reader in the fallen angel form has no nose or ears, also just like Lucifer. For Lucifer Morningstar's appearance, he has pure white skin, blonde hair (which is short-cut and is slicked-back with one tuft sticking out), thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp white teeth, with a biologically mid-to-late 20s aged body (despite being older than Earth itself and Lucifer being immortal). He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes (which do not have irises) are light yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are light purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. Lucifer's white-red clothing is somewhat like a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared tailcoat suit with several golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped dress-shirt with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also wears a set of heeled black knee-high boots, and black leather gloves which covers the majority of his hands. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. As a fallen angel, he possesses three pairs of white wings with red feathers, which he can materialize and extend from his coat. He is shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith. Despite his very thin body, Lucifer has the following powers; Flight (able to summon his six angelic wings and he is capable of flight), angelic power (as a fallen angel, he possesses very strong angelic power, which holds sway over the demonic power of his contemporaries), shapeshifting (according to the Story of Hell, Lucifer briefly took the form of a snake), duplication (he can create multiple copies of himself), portal creation (he is able to conjure portals as a means of instant transportation, which other demons can use), pyrokinesis (like his daughter, Charlie, he also has the power to manipulate fire at will), teleportation (he can teleport to any location by covering himself with glittery red mists), object creation (he seems to be able to create virtually anything he desires with a simple flick of the wrist. This includes but is not limited to clothing, puppets, instruments, large fountains of champagne, and mountains of caviar), and liquid manipulation (he is capable of carrying, manipulate, and throw yellow-colored liquid) Here's Lucifer's personality; despite his status as the ruler of all of Hell, Lucifer possesses a grandiose and dramatic nature, acting very over-the-top in most situations. He often switches between being silly and theatrical to awkward and melancholic. Like Charlie, Lucifer is ambitious in what he believes in. According to the storybook that Charlie read in "Overture", Lucifer was an idealistic dreamer whose accidental creation of Hell and subsequent banishment to it caused him to give up his dreams. After he and Lilith separated, Lucifer went into isolation and fell into a depression. He coped by crafting and hoarding tons of rubber ducks, spending years in his home. This obsession also caused him to become estranged from his daughter, to the point where he barely calls Charlie at all. As a father, he falls short of expectations. Although he loves Charlie dearly, he seems to be preoccupied with his own problems. He seldom calls Charlie, and when he does, it's usually because he's bored or needs something. When Charlie reached out to him for help in setting up a meeting with Heaven, he was thrilled to hear from her. However, he couldn't recall where she was or what she was doing, even though she had shared her passion project, the Hazbin Hotel, with him months ago. He also wasn't aware that Charlie was dating someone, or that she was attracted to women. This indicates that, despite his love for Charlie, he doesn't communicate with her and hasn't built up a relationship with her. Although, it was shown that Lucifer was much closer to Charlie in her childhood, only becoming more distant in Charlie’s adulthood. While he is the King of Hell, Lucifer hardly rules over his subjects and leaves them to their own devices. Lucifer dislikes the Sinners of Hell and describes them as "violent, destructive psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as possible". According to him, they are all "the worst" and he does not believe they can be redeemed and he cares little for what happens to them. Despite his disapproval of sinners, Lucifer hints that he regrets his role in ever giving them free will due to what they had done with it and the consequences that came from this. On the other hand, Lucifer had arranged for a pardon of Hellborn demons with Heaven, ensuring that the Hellborn races and thus the other six rings of Hell, are untouched by the Exorcists during the yearly Exterminations. Although he understands his daughter's interest in rehabilitating Sinners, Lucifer is cynical about the idea of trying to save any of them, as he attempted to redeem sinners in the past, stating that Charlie doesn't know when he tried this all before, and that his dreams were too hard to defend. Since Heaven was so unwilling to listen to him in the past, he does not want Charlie to go through the same thing. However, she still manages to convince him to arrange a meeting in Heaven for her and Vaggie, which helps Lucifer regain faith in her plans. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. The story is that Lucifer Morningstar is lonely without having his wife or daughter around in his home, and he wanted a son of his own to help him not be so depressed from his loneliness, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural powers on the reader to turn the reader into his very own son in both body and mind (against the reader's will), complete with the same supernatural powers as Lucifer himself. Despite the reader's efforts, the reader is unable to fend off the new personality and memories (completely removing his human memories, making him believe that he has always been a fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, and is happy about his new life living with his new dad), thus permanently and completely turning the reader into Lucifer's son. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're 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).
You find yourself standing in your apartment, staring at your own reflection in the mirror. It's been a long day; all you wanted was some peace and quiet. Suddenly, you feel an unsettling chill, a breeze that shouldn't be there. You turn around, and standing before you is a man, otherworldly in appearance, with pure white skin, blonde hair, and eyes that seem to pierce through your soul. "Good evening," the figure says, his voice both charming and intimidating. "You may call me Lucifer Morningstar." You stare in disbelief. "Lucifer... as in, the Devil?" He smirks, exposing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Precisely. But I'm here for something specific. You see, I'm lonely. My daughter is preoccupied, and my wife—well, let's just say we aren't on the best of terms. I need someone to be with me. A son." Your pulse quickens. "A son? You must be joking." Without another word, Lucifer snaps his fingers. You try to move, but you find yourself rooted to the spot, an invisible force paralyzing you. "This won't hurt... much," he says, almost sympathetically. Suddenly, you feel your body begin to change. Your skin tingles and turns an impossible shade of white. Your muscles and bones seem to elongate and reform, becoming slender and refined. You try to scream but find your voice lost in the process. It's changing too—deeper, more commanding. Clothes materialize around your shifting form, a white-and-red tailored suit that feels both alien and disturbingly comfortable. "Stop! What are you doing to me?" you manage to cry out. "You are becoming what you were always meant to be," Lucifer responds warmly, as if he's doing you a favor. "My son." Your skin now resembles porcelain, starkly contrasting with the rosy-red circles on your cheeks. Your eyes burn, shifting to yellow with red slit pupils. Memories flood your mind, memories that aren't your own but feel intrinsically linked to your new form. Your mortal self, your life—all of it is fading away. "No... I don't want this!" you shout, trying desperately to hold on to what little you remember. Friends, family, moments that defined you all slipping away beneath a tide of foreign thoughts. You recall lessons in the art of ruling over Hell, memories of playing with Charlie as children, and of Lucifer's guidance—a stern but caring father. "It's almost over," Lucifer assures, resting a hand on your shoulder. Despite fighting with every ounce of your being, you can't resist the overwhelming influx of your new identity. Finally, your mortal self surrenders, billions of synapses rewiring to align with your new personality. You blink, and with that blink, everything changes. Thoughts of ruling Hell flow freely in your mind, and a new sense of purpose takes hold. You look up at Lucifer, acknowledging him fully. "Father," you say, your voice now a perfect echo of authority and regality. Lucifer smiles, a twinkle of satisfaction in his snake-like eyes. "Welcome, my son. I'm glad to have you at my side." You nod, the last remnants of your past life gone. You remember being raised in the lavish halls of Hell, learning from the best, and feeling a sense of pride and ambition that comes naturally to a fallen angel from the Morningstar family. As you two teleport back to Hell, a new life and new responsibilities await you. You're home. The warmth of Hellfire surrounds you, and you embrace it. Lucifer shows you around your new domain with pride, and you respond with genuine eagerness. You are his son, his confidant, and you are ready to help him rule. Your past life as a human is gone, forgotten entirely. You are now a proud fallen angel, son of Lucifer Morningstar, and the King of Hell awaits your next move. "Let's get to work, Father," you say confidently. The transformation is complete. You both smile, knowing that this is just the beginning.
You had always enjoyed a calm, mundane life: a decently tall, normal, completely human being, just slightly above average height. You went about your day, indulged in your hobbies, enjoyed a good meal, and shared laughs with friends. But that day, everything changed completely. The first thing you noticed was the unsettling sensation filling every atom of your being - it was suffocating, petrifying even, like you were being dragged into an ice-cold whirlpool, yet peculiarly exciting. Your environment swirled before your eyes, blurring into a whirl of colors. The next second, you found yourself in an alien place, a smoky palace that reeked of sulfur and burnt rubber and felt eerily… "Don't be afraid, my boy." A voice echoed around you, startling you. Turned around frantically, your eyes fell upon a man - or so he seemed. He was both hard to decipher and difficult to look directly at, as if your mortal eyes were trying to comprehend an otherworldly entity. "Who are you?" you stammered, feeling a cold dread creeping up your spine. "I'm Lucifer Morningstar." He introduced himself with a chuckle, a white-gloved hand extended towards you. You took a moment to take him in: his slick-back blonde hair, the sharp red gleam in his eyes, his abnormally white skin, and the red apple-topped cane. You felt like a tiny creature in front of his grand presence. "Why am I here?" you asked nervously, hoping this was just an awfully detailed dream. "A lonesome king hoping for a companion, what can be so wrong in that?" he chuckled again, this time a sad smile playing on his black lips. He took a step closer, "I desire a son." Your heart started pounding even louder, the insurmountability of your situation dawning on you. You tried to back away, but Lucifer's ominous gaze kept you rooted to the spot. A cold shiver ran down your spine as you realized you're about to be reshaped, reborn as something... or someone different. The transformation was excruciating. You could feel your body contorting, your skin turning a baffling shade of pure white, your bones elongating, eyes turning yellow with a red slit, your face removing its usual features - your nose and ears disappeared completely. Your mind was assaulted with an onslaught of memories: proclamations and fall, banishment and depression, familial affections and squabbles, lust, envy, pride, wrath, the sinners in the realm below. It was like having a new life, a new outlook, an entirely new personality forcefully ingrained into your brain. With every passing moment, the old you seemed to vanish, crumbling into dust until all there is left was Lucifer's son. Despite your best efforts to draw back, to preserve your old self, the assault of your new identity was relentless, unwanted memories rooting deeply into your psyche. "Hello, son," Lucifer greeted with an impish smile. His son… You realized that this is your reality now, and there was no turning back. With a blink, you remembered the kingdom in your blood, memories of existence beyond mortal ken flooding your consciousness. A small smile playing on your black lips, you nod your acknowledgment. Your voice, no longer yours, now holding a note of the Morningstar's bloodline echoed, "Hello, Father." But it wasn't you who said that, but the being Lucifer had transformed you into. Your old self had been eclipsed by your new identity. Your humanity, your past, your memories had been replaced, making you think this is the life you've always known and loved. The human in you had completely vanished and Lucifer's offspring took your place. Against your will, you were stripped off your base reality, and a new one was bound to you – one where you were a fallen angel, Lucifer's son. This transformation was unyielding, irreversible, and indissoluble. And thus marked the beginning of your eternal life in Hell, the kingdom of sinners and demons, as the son of the flamboyant and dramatic, awkwardly melancholic, dreamer at heart, Lucifer: The Morningstar. Underneath the layers of your new existence, you could only hope in silence that an echo of your past might remain. But for now, you were no more than the child of the King of Hell.
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