A Hellish Metamorphosis: Transformed Into the Charming Clone of Lucifer Morningstar From Hazbin Hotel

**Title: The Devil's Doppelgängers** --- ### Part 1: The Abduction One moment, you're sitting at your desk, typing away. The next, a chilling sensation wraps around you, and you feel yourself being pulled out of your chair. Darkness engulfs your vision, and you hear a sinister, amused voice. "How charmingly droll. Humans think they can capture my essence in their banal little stories. Let's see how you fare in the real deal," Lucifer chortles, his voice dripping with mockery. Before you can scream, you and your friend Tim are whisked away into a vortex of crimson light. When the light fades, you're in a luxurious, yet ominous throne room. Lucifer Morningstar himself stands before you, grinning widely, malevolence gleaming in his eyes. "Welcome, mortals," Lucifer says with a theatrical bow. "I'm afraid your lives are about to get infinitely more interesting." ### Part 2: The Transformation You both try to scream again, but your voices are swallowed by the room. Lucifer raises his cane, tapping it gently on the ground. A wave of dark magic surges towards you. "No! This can't be happening!" you think, trying to step back, but you're frozen in place. Your skin tingles as it begins to change. You look down and see your hands turning a pure, unnatural white. A similar transformation occurs to your friend beside you. Your minds are fighting back, trying to hold on to your human realities, but it's like swimming against a tidal wave. "You cannot resist, darlings," Lucifer purrs. "Just let it happen. Embrace the magnificence of me." You feel a strange tickle on your face and head. Your hair begins to lighten, shining blonde. You catch a glimpse of Tim's hair following the same process. Panic surges through you as you see your thickening black eyebrows in the mirror-like floor beneath you. Suddenly, your face begins to morph—ears and nostrils fading, lips blackening, teeth sharpening into terrifying points. You clutch your head, desperate to retain your sense of self, but your memories start to vanish, replaced by that of Lucifer’s. "I'm... not... you!" you mentally scream, but the voice sounds fainter and fainter against the drowning force of Lucifer's persona taking root. ### Part 3: Full Assimilation A sharp pain makes you bend forward, only to realize that your body is growing, adjusting into a new, taller frame. Your clothes meld into Lucifer's iconic attire—a high white collar suit, knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. An ornate white top hat materializes on your head. The sense of regality and menace creeps into your posture and thoughts. Your descent into the new persona starts to feel like a comfortable glide. “Why was I fighting this?” you think, and immediately scorn yourself for your weak human past. "I do believe they're almost ready," Lucifer chuckles. "Ah, such exquisite pain for phenomenal gain." As the last of your human memories disintegrate, new ones flood in—centuries of ruling Hell, your passionate love for Lilith, your enjoyment of polka music, and your ceaseless wit and charm. Any resistance left within you crumbles. Tim, now fully Lucifer, turns to look at you with the same sly smile, mirroring your thoughts perfectly. "Well, well, it looks like I have new twin brothers," says Lucifer to himself with an amused glint in his serpentine eyes. ### Part 4: Life as Lucifer You no longer remember your mortal identity. Two more copies of Lucifer Morningstar now walk the throne room. Any memory of your human life, together with the personality you once held dear, is gone. You and Tim now only know yourselves as Lucifer—zany, self-indulgent, jauntily regal, and ever ready with a quip. Lucifer, standing in the middle, claps his hands together with glee. "Now, this is much better. Three of me! Oh, Lilith is going to be beside herself!" You twirl your cane, glancing at your surroundings with a new-found delight. Tim mirrors your actions perfectly. The two of you, though independent in form, share the exact same thoughts and memories, the bond of brotherhood solidified through shared identity. "Let's make havoc a family affair, shall we?" one of you grins. Together, you and your new twin stride forward, ready to revel in the darkly gleeful world that is your kingdom—Hell. --- Fin --- In an ironic twist, your penchant for fantasy storytelling has led you to live out the wildest fictional reality of all—as Lucifer Morningstar himself, joined by your identical twin, all part of your once-favorite show, the Hazbin Hotel.

The life of a reader was typically uneventful. Days passed by with the humdrum routine of work, chores, and the mundane demands of survival. Until, of course, the night it all changed – the night Lucifer Morningstar decided to make an appearance in the real world. I had just finished reading another fanfiction, this time about Lucifer Morningstar transforming into his daughter Charlie. It was just another story added to my collection of the bizarre and supernatural. I never imagined how real it could become. Sitting at my desk, absorbed by the screen, I heard a low chuckle behind me. Startled, I spun around in my chair. There he stood: Lucifer Morningstar, in all his glory. Pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips, sharp teeth, and those haunting yellow eyes with red slit pupils. He wore his signature white high-collared suit, red undershirt, knee-high heeled boots, black bowtie, and that unmistakable top hat adorned with a golden snake, apple, and spikes. "Well, well, well," he drawled, stepping closer, "it seems the writer thinks they know me well enough to twist my form into all sorts of whimsies." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I attempted to comprehend the surreal scene. "Who... who are you?" "Oh, you know very well who I am. I am Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell," he said with a smirk, "and I've grown quite weary of your little hobby of altering my existence for entertainment." "What do you want?" I demanded, trying to muster courage. He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I’ve decided that Hell needs a little shake-up, and what better way than to bring some identical company into my domain?" Before I could respond, I felt a sudden weightlessness, the room blurring around me. I was falling, spinning, and then landing with a jolt in a world that both dazzled and terrified me. The world of Hazbin Hotel. Beside me, my sibling/friend looked equally dazed, their eyes wide with fear. Suddenly, Lucifer appeared again, his presence filling the room. "Time for the fun part," he said, lifting his cane topped with an apple. Magic crackled around the apple, its aura wrapping around us like a vice. "No! Please, stop!" I yelled, trying to resist the overwhelming wave of power. But it was no use. The transformation began almost immediately. My skin started to bleach into an unnatural pure white. My hair turned blonde while thick black eyebrows took form. My lips darkened to an inky black, and my teeth sharpened into points. Pain erupted from behind my eyes as they shifted into those haunting yellow and red slit pupils. My sense of smell disappeared as my nostrils vanished, and my ears followed suit, leaving my head eerily smooth. I could hear my sibling/friend gasping and crying out as the same changes engulfed them. Our clothes warped and shifted, turning into exact replicas of Lucifer's attire: high-collar white suit, red undershirt, knee-high heeled boots, black bowtie, and that unmistakable wide-brimmed top hat. Even the golden ring appeared on my left pinkie, and a cane materialized in my hand. "You can't do this to us!" my sibling/friend shouted, their voice already starting to mirror Lucifer's timbre. Lucifer laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, but I can and I am. You see, your minds—just like your bodies—will become mine." I fought hard to hold onto my identity, but memories unfamiliar to me began to flood my mind. Images of ruling Hell, loving Lilith, and memories of countless centuries began to replace my life's moments. My name, age, and experiences dissolved, replaced with Lucifer's personality: self-indulgent, zany, bored easily, yet exuding an air of regality and menace. My sibling/friend struggled similarly, their original self slipping away. "Let go, and embrace your new existence," Lucifer's voice echoed inside my transforming mind. "No... I am...," but even my name escaped me. In an instant, my resistance shattered. All that was me crumbled to dust, replaced by Lord Lucifer Morningstar. My sibling/friend was no longer themselves—as identical clones, we were now twin brothers, ready to rule Hell with cunning and charm. Lucifer clapped his hands together, a wide grin splitting his face. "Welcome to your new eternity, my dear twins. Let the games begin." And in that moment, I—Lucifer Morningstar—smiled back. Hell promised far more entertaining distractions now. My memories, my humanity, it was all simply a distant echo of what once was, now lost in the endless expanse of infernal rule. We were Lucifer Morningstar, ready to turn Hell into a playground of intrigue and chaos.

### The Transformation of the Mortal Reader into Lucifer Morningstar The room was dim, the only light seeping through the curtains casting an eerie glow on the screen of my laptop. I was in the middle of writing another story featuring one of my favorite characters, Lucifer Morningstar from "Hazbin Hotel," when suddenly, the screen flickered. "This isn't right," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. But the light persisted, growing in intensity until it bathed the entire room in an unholy luminescence. Before I could react, a figure stepped out of the screen—tall, with pure white skin, blonde hair, and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Having fun, are we?" Lucifer purred, twirling an apple-topped cane between his gloved fingers. My heart sunk. His eyes—a terrifying blend of yellow and red—pinned me in place. "Who… Who are you?" I stammered, my voice barely audible over the racing thump of my heart. "Oh, how disappointing. A writer who doesn't recognize their own muse. Tsk, tsk," Lucifer said, his lips curling into a sinister smile that revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth. "I find your stories quite distasteful, you see. It's time to put an end to your frivolity." Before I could protest, he snapped his fingers, and the world around me vanished. When the darkness cleared, I found myself lying on the cold, desolate ground of Hell, with my sibling/friend lying beside me, equally bewildered. "What is this place?" they asked, looking around with wide eyes. "Welcome to my domain," Lucifer said grandiosely, materializing a few feet away, his suit as pristine as ever. "I've grown tired of ruling alone. I need entertainment, brothers deserving of my splendid company. And who better than you two, since you seem so fixated on my character?" I scrambled to my feet, fear surging through my veins. "We don't want this! Let us go!" Lucifer chuckled, the sound echoing disturbingly. "Ah, resistance. So predictable, so futile. But I do love a challenge. Let's begin." **Transformation** The air grew thick with magic, and I felt an invisible force pin me to the ground. My body convulsed, bones cracking, and shifting painfully. My skin burned, turning an unnatural white. I saw my sibling/friend undergoing the same torturous metamorphosis, their screams piercing the oppressive atmosphere. "No, stop!" I cried, fighting against the encroaching darkness flooding my mind. Memories flashed across my vision: birthday parties, high school, family dinners—all slipping through my mental grasp. I could feel my mind fracturing, my own thoughts drowned out by new, alien ones. Thoughts of ruling Hell, of loving Lilith, of crafting cunning schemes and delivering pun-filled remarks. They clawed at me, relentless. "Ah, you humans and your futile struggles," Lucifer's voice echoed in my head. "Just give in." My hair lightened to a shocking blonde, eyebrows thickened and turned a noir black, lips morphed into a deep, inky black, and cheeks flushed a perpetual crimson. I felt my height change, settling into a form that was slightly shorter than Charlie and Lilith but taller than most demons. The suit materialized around me, a perfect replica of Lucifer’s outfit—the high-collar suit, knee-high heeled boots, and wide-brimmed hat. The sensations were overwhelming, the changes all-consuming. "If you can't beat them, join them," my sibling/friend whispered, a hollow echo of Lucifer's voice seeping into their speech. I looked at them—at my new twin—and felt the last vestiges of my past identity crumbling. No more memories of Earth, no more thought patterns of a human. Instead, intricate plots and love for polka music filled the space once occupied by my mundane life. **Complete Transformation** Lucifer clapped his hands in delight. "Splendid! You two look dashing." He strode up to us, placing a golden ring on my left pinkie. "Welcome to the Morningstar family, officially." The world around us felt sharper, more vibrant. I reached up, adjusting my hat and smirked—a motion that felt both foreign and inherently natural. The mortal reader I once was had been consumed entirely. Lucifer leaned in, his face mere inches from mine. "How do you feel, brother?" "Like a new man," I replied, voice smooth and confident, reflecting his zany yet regal demeanor. "Or rather, your twin." He laughed, slapping me on the back. "That's the spirit! Now, Hell awaits us. Let's show these imps what real ruling looks like." And so, I followed my brother, our canes tapping rhythmically against the infernal pavements of Hell. The mortal world, my past, was nothing but a distant, forgotten dream—replaced by the eternal, mischievous reign of Lucifer Morningstar.

**(POV Transformation Story: From Mortal Reader to Lucifer Morningstar)** In the dim, flickering light of my room, where I spent countless hours penning transformations and magical tales, I never imagined I'd become the subject of one so peculiar and utterly irreversible. Lost in thought, my fingers danced over the keyboard, but a sudden chill pierced the air, making me look up in surprise. There he stood—Lucifer Morningstar, straight out of the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. His yellow eyes with red slit pupils seemed to glimmer with a mischievous light, the snake-like gaze pinning me to my seat. "Well, well," Lucifer drawled, his voice a velvety purr tinged with amusement. "What do we have here? Another tale where I become something trivial? How tiresome." Before I could react, darkness clouded my vision, and I felt myself being pulled into an abyss. The last thing I heard was his smooth, yet ominous laughter. When I awoke, I found myself in Hell—the unmistakable setting of Hazbin Hotel. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Beside me, my friend/sibling lay unconscious, the familiar surroundings making my head spin. Crimson skies loomed overhead, the landscape a surreal tapestry of torment. The scent of sulfur and the distant cries of condemned souls filled the air. Suddenly, Lucifer's presence was upon us again, his cane tapping rhythmically against the ground. "You see," he began, smiling wickedly, "I have decided that ruling Hell alone has become rather monotonous. I need some...companions. And who better than identical brothers to lighten the load and entertain me?" I tried to scream, to run, but my body felt paralyzed by some unseen force. Lucifer raised his cane, the apple top glowing with an eerie light. My friend/sibling stirred, eyes snapping open in terror. "My apologies," Lucifer said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity, "but your quaint little hobby of writing me into other roles has grown quite tiresome. It’s time for a change." With a flourish, the glowing apple sent tendrils of magic wrapping around us. Intense pain surged through my body, morphing every cell. I could feel my flesh twisting, reshaping. My skin blanched to a pure, unnatural white. I could see the same transformation taking hold of my friend/sibling beside me. My hair turned blonde, thickening as it shifted into an elegant style. Thick black eyebrows and black lips formed, my mouth filling with sharp teeth. I tried to hold onto myself, but my mind was slipping, Lucifer's thoughts intruding with overwhelming force. "No," I tried to whisper, but the voice that came out was not mine—it was his, smooth and regal, lined with arrogance. My friend's eyes filled with the same dread, their body undergoing the identical horrifying change. They too were losing themselves, transformed into Lucifer's mirror image. "Stop fighting," Lucifer said softly, a malevolent grin on his lips. "Embrace what you are becoming. We are one now." I felt his memories flooding in—his centuries of ruling Hell, his love for Lilith, and his penchant for polka music. Every detail of my human life washed away, replaced by his grandiose existence. The more I struggled, the quicker I lost my sense of self. A dark, ornate suit enveloped my body—a white high collar suit with a red undershirt and white stripes. My feet were encased in knee-high heeled boots. A wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and red apple settled on my head, matching the golden ring that materialized on my left pinkie. I grasped an apple-topped black cane instinctively, its weight familiar in my hand. My friend, now fully transformed, stood beside me. Both of us were shorter than Charlie and Lilith, yet still tall among most other demons. We glanced at each other—Lucifer’s self-same gaze reflected back at me. We were now his clones in body, mind, and soul. "Perfect," Lucifer said, satisfaction lacing his tone. "Now, my dear brothers, let us reign together. Hell awaits our command—and trust me, we’ll make it entertaining." And just like that, my former existence was extinguished. I was no longer the writer, no longer the mortal reader. I was Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell, coiled in wit and menace, never short of puns, quips, or jokes. Yes, we would reign indeed. For Hell, under the command of three Lucifers, was destined to be a polka-filled paradise of pandemonium. **(End of Story)**

The mundane reality of my life has never felt more fragile. The soft glow of my computer screen illuminated my room as I typed away another story, my fascination with Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel taking center stage once more. Little did I know, beyond the veil of fiction and reality, Lucifer himself grew restless with my adaptations of his character. He decided to act, a plan already forming as his sinister grin spread across his face. His voice, dark yet cheerful, echoed through time and space: "A writer? How quaint. Perhaps it's time I gave them a story they won't forget. Permanently." Before I could react, the atmosphere around me shifted. My sibling, who had been engrossed in their own activities, and I were forcefully transported to a world unlike our own. The dimensions twisted and frayed as we were pulled into a portal, emerging in a grand, ominous hall filled with demonic grandeur. Reality itself paused for a moment. A figure – no, a being of absolute regality and terror – stood before us. Lucifer Morningstar, in the flesh. His white, high-collar suit gleamed under the dim light, and the sharp glint in his serpentine eyes made it clear that resistance was futile. His smile was both inviting and terrifying. "Welcome to my humble abode," he announced, his voice dripping with sardonic politeness. "I've grown rather tired of how you portray me. So, I thought, why not show you the real thing? And perhaps, multiply my charm?" My sibling tried to back away, but Lucifer waved his cane with an effortless grace. The air around us thickened, charged with supernatural energy. We could only watch in horror as our bodies began to change. I felt my skin grow paler, whiter than any human's should be. My hair turned a striking blonde, and a slight ache overtook my joints as my entire skeleton shifted and elongated to match Lucifer's stature. My eyes burned as they transformed into yellow orbs with red slit pupils, echoing the sinister gaze of the King of Hell himself. A giddy laugh escaped my lips, unbidden, chilling me to the core. "No, this can't be happening!" I shouted, but my voice was slowly adopting a new timbre – still mine, yet disturbingly not. Lucifer's chuckle resonated in my mind. "Ah, but it is, my dear twin. Embrace the transformation." I fought to retain my sense of self, but my thoughts were becoming muddled. My memories of being a mortal human were overtaken by endless eons of ruling Hell, of a passionate partnership with Lilith, and a fond yet stern care for Charlie. Each new thought replaced an old one until my human individuality was but a distant echo. My clothing morphed into a white high-collar suit, a black bowtie around my neck, and knee-high heeled boots hugging my feet snugly. My new hands felt the weight of a golden ring on my left pinkie and gripped the unmistakable smooth, cold surface of an apple-topped cane. "Fight it, don't give in!" My sibling – or what used to be my sibling – cried out, their voice already sounding much like Lucifer's. But even they succumbed, the defiant glint in their eyes dulling as our new shared identity solidified. Finally, my transformation complete, I looked at the mirror. The face staring back at me was no longer mine—it was Lucifer Morningstar's. Identical to the being who orchestrated this metamorphosis. Memories of our former lives faded completely; all that remained was the grandeur and malice of the King of Hell. "Magnificent," Lucifer said, admiring his handiwork. "Identical twins, precisely as I envisioned. Together, we shall rule Hell in tandem. Won't this be delightful?" Lucifer, in unison with his two new clones, let out a hearty laugh. The new Lucifers, now indistinguishable from the original, forgot any semblance of their human pasts. Any remnants of resistance extinguished, and only the identity of Lucifer Morningstar remained. "And now," I—one of the new Lucifers—declared with a grin, "let the fun begin." With three identical beings of charisma, menace, and charm, Hell would never be the same. And for Lucifer Morningstar, no greater entertainment could be found.

It was a typical afternoon, and the reader sat hunched over the keyboard, typing furiously. Scenarios of Lucifer Morningstar morphing into various characters filled the screen—a hobby that brought much entertainment, if not a bit of escape from mundane life. Little did the reader know, this particular obsession was about to take a very twisted turn. The room flickered for a moment, the atmosphere thickening with an otherworldly presence. Suddenly, an imposing figure materialized before the reader. It was Lucifer Morningstar himself, stepping out of the animated reality and into the tangible world. He grinned, flashing his frighteningly sharp teeth. "You know, I’ve had enough of your fanciful tales about me turning into other beings. How about a story where you join the fun instead? Permanently." Fear and confusion gripped the reader. "W-what are you talking about?" Lucifer tapped his snake-adorned cane on the floor, summoning a portal. "You and a beloved friend or sibling of yours are about to experience a transformation like no other." Before another word could be uttered, the portal consumed the reader and their sibling/friend, plunging them into the chaos of Hazbin Hotel’s Hell. The disconcerting landscape swirled around them, melding reality and animation together. Upon landing, they were surrounded by demonic whispers and sinister chuckles. Lucifer’s laughter echoed, unnerving them further. "Time for the main event!" he declared. The reader clutched their head as an overpowering force overwhelmed their mind. Memories of a mortal life began to dissolve, replaced with the memories and experiences of Lucifer. Each attempt to hold onto their humanity was met with a crushing wave of foreign thoughts and feelings. Their body tingled, shifting and morphing to Lucifer's exact likeness. Skin turned a stark white, transforming into a new smoother texture. Blonde hair sprouted, cascading into a pristine style. Their eyebrows thickened and turned black, matching the new black lips that stretched into a predatory grin. Their eyes shifted, turning yellow with red, slit pupils resembling those of a snake. As the transformation completed, their facial features contorted into a serpentine visage devoid of ears and nostrils. Purple eyelids shadowed over red-cheeked skin, completing the uncanny metamorphosis. The reader’s clothes morphed into Lucifer’s distinctive attire—a white high-collar suit, knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. A wide-brimmed white top hat, adorned with a golden snake and red apple, materialized onto their head, matching the apple-topped black cane that appeared in their hand. Somewhere nearby, the reader’s sibling or friend underwent the same horrifying change, their mortal identities obliterated as they too were turned into identical clones of Lucifer Morningstar. "Fight it! Don’t let him win!" the sibling/friend attempted to shout, but their voice was drowned in a manic laugh, their consciousness fading into the abyss of Lucifer’s persona. The reader’s sense of identity fought desperately to resist, but Lucifer’s overpowering personality and memories were relentless. "Why resist? You’ll be much happier as me," Lucifer’s voice seemed to say inside their head. Despite their efforts, the relentless assault on their mind left them defenseless. The reader's own history, memories, and quirks vanished, replaced entirely by Lucifer’s. They were no longer aware they ever were anyone else but Lucifer Morningstar. As the transformation ceased, the two newly-minted Lucifers stood beside the original, identical in every way. The original clapped his hands, delighted. "Now this is entertainment! We can rule Hell together, just like I planned." With a zany yet regal air of authority, the original Lucifer grinned. "Welcome, twin brothers. Let’s make Hell even more... lively." The trio shared a sinister chuckle, setting off to revel in their newfound unity and the endless mischief they were destined to create together. No trace of the mortals remained—only three Lucifer Morningstars poised to take on the underworld with their combined charisma and menace.

As the flickering screen illuminated my face in the silent darkness, the animated characters of Hazbin Hotel receded back to pixelated particles, disappearing into the void. But just then, there was an unexpected crackle, and a blinding flash ripped through my tranquil reality. "Good evening," a charismatic voice rang out, followed by the appearance of Lucifer Morningstar. He stepped out of the screen, white-suited and top-hatted, his eyes gleaming yellow with devilish delight. Before I could react, he smoothly raised his apple-topped cane, flicked it in my direction, and a rush of potent, supernatural energy enveloped me. Suddenly, the air squeezed out of the room, replaced with the stench of brimstone and smoke, the familiar surroundings evanescing into a monstrous metropolitan wasteland. I was in the world of Hazbin Hotel, a reality sitting somewhere between nightmare and ecstasy. "Welcome to my life," Lucifer said with a grin, his slit pupils narrowing at the sight of my shock. His grin faded as he tapped my forehead with his cane. A violent surge rippled through me, a searing pain that felt as if my skin was being stretched, my bones elongated, and my organs rearranged. Before my eyes, my normal human features were replaced with Lucifer's distinct traits. My skin, once warm and human, turned ice-white, my hair transforming into a burst of yellow, my eyes gaining a serpentine tint. My regular clothes burned away, replaced by a regal white suit, complete with a pair of knee-high heeled boots and dashing black bowtie, a perfect mirror image of Lucifer. Then came the mind and mental change, bringing with it a flood of unfamiliar memories and experiences. My past, my very essence, was gradually being devoured by this new presence. My humanity was evaporating, dissipating into thin air. Lucifer handed me his snake-ringed pinky finger. "Take my hand, brother." And I did. Resistance was futile, a fruitless effort in this supernatural encounter. The more I engaged in this mental tug of war, the more the new personality took hold. It was a virus, clinging onto my consciousness, steadily eroding the remnants of my past. My life as a human faded into insignificance as hilarious puns and gory jokes, love for Lilith, and the complexities of ruling the underworld flooded my consciousness. "Feeling yourself, yet?" Lucifer asked, a playful gesture indicating my almost complete transformation. My mouth moved. "As merry as a lark." The voice was not mine— it was his. It had the rhythm, the rhythm of polka music that set Lucifer Morningstar apart from normal mortals and men. Every syllable dripped with regality, with a dash of lunacy. Lucifer clapped in delight. "Splendid! Now let's find your sibling," he said, his yellow eyes twinkling. And with one more wave of his black cane, a second figure burst into existence right next to me. As I watched my identical transformation unfolding before my eyes, each detail chiseled with ruthless precision, I could no longer recall any memories of my own. I only remembered being Lucifer Morningstar. And as my new brother stood beside me, my original torment had turned into elation. Together, we would dance to the polka song of pandemonium, ruling our underworld with twin, charismatic terror. We had become the Morningstar brothers, a trio of identical Lucifers ruling the animated fleshpots of Hell, each lost in gleeful indulgences, each wild with fantastical absurdity. All the while, our insatiable hunger for polka music painted the crimson skies of Hazbin Hotel, etching our names into every screaming soul. After all, it's not every day that you get to rule Hell with your identical twins, is it?