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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults animated web series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to a many centuries old adult and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), reality/world change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and all his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human kid, 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, 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 pair of black gloves, 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.
You are just an average 11-year-old boy. But recently, you've started feeling... different. At first, you attribute it to the hormones of puberty. But then things begin to change, beyond your physical appearance. Your mind begins to twist and contort, filling with memories not of block parties and middle school, but unending millennia in the fiery pits of Hell. "Mom! Dad!" You scream for them one night, as you feel your mind being consumed. But no matter how hard you try, the memories of being an innocent child slip away like sand through your fingers. Fading, fading, and then... gone. Your bedroom morphs around you, the posters on the wall transform into haunting tapestries depicting scenes of nightmarish grandeur. Your twin bed into an opulent throne. Suddenly, you find yourself in a stark white suit, the high collar stiff against your neck. A pair of black gloves emerge from your sleeves and a sharp-looking black bowtie fits snugly under your chin. A wide-brimmed top hat appears on your head, adorned with a golden snake slithering towards a macabre red apple. "Nice touch," you chuckle at the hat's decor. You decide to stand up, only to find your height has considerably increased. Looking down, you see a pair of knee-high boots have replaced your old sneakers. You stretch and adjust to your new, taller frame. You glance at your left pinkie, and find there is a golden ring. Then, you raise your right hand and feel a weight there—an apple-topped black cane was there that now matches your hat. Examining your reflection, your pale white skin contrasts with your deep red cheeks and black lips. Squinting, you see that your eyes are now a vibrant yellow, centered with red, slit-like pupils. Observing closer, your hair has turned a blonde as pale as your skin, framed by thick black eyebrows. In the room, you catch a glimpse of a family portrait on the wall. Two figures standing next to a third, smaller one. You recognize these figures as your daughter, Charlie, and your wife, Lilith. An overwhelming love floods you as you remember your love for both of them. Suddenly, your ears and nostrils fade away, leaving you with a devilishly dehumanized appearance. Polka music begins to play, filling the room with an oddly cheerful melody. You feel a wave sweep over you - a flood of wit, charm, and a deep well of clever puns and quips. A bored, self-indulgent feeling sets in, but it comes bearing a sense of immense power and a regal authority that radiates from every pore of your being. "My name is Lucifer Morningstar," you announce to the vacant room, though you feel the reality of the statement in your marrow. "I am the king of Hell." Suddenly, a part of you feels strange. A part that you didn't recognize. But before you could question it, the last memory of your parents disappear into the ether. You are no longer the boy who wanted their help. You are Lucifer Morningstar, a passionate, goofy and witty husband and father. And king. Forever. You are home.
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