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Question: Write a transformation story of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series) turning into Millie (from the Helluva Boss series), complete with gender change, age change, height regression, and mind/mental change (with Lucifer's personality and memories being completely replaced with Millie's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making him, now her, completely forget she was Lucifer Morningstar and only remembered ever being a female imp, a wife to Moxxie, and being named Millie). For Lucifer's appearance, 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. For Millie's appearance (after Alastor turned into her), she is a short imp with a long, devilish tail. She has red skin with white markings on her forearms and tail, eyes with yellow sclerae and black pupils, and long thick eyelashes that extend beyond the sides of her hair. She also wore shimmery, dark red eyeshadow, thick eyeliner and mascara, as well as black lipstick. Similar to her mother, she has two black horns with three thin white stripes and dark gray hair worn in a messy bob style with bangs that cover half of her right horn. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek and a gap between her front teeth. Millie also has a black tattoo in the shape of a heart on her left shoulder. Millie's head is noticeably more human-like (although still without a nose) than a lot of other imps, having rounder proportions and front teeth that usually appear flatter than the sharp conical teeth most demons have. Her usual attire dons an all-black color scheme with a tint of yellow; a simple black choker around her neck, with a cold-shoulder black crop-top, featuring golden-yellow buttons which holds the straps. She also dons a set of fingerless black gloves, complete with torn black denim-pants and black toeless footwear, exposing her hoof-like toes. Millie is a very lively and cheerful individual. Often with a smile on her face and rarely standing still, she is a clear extrovert and is not afraid to speak her mind. This is regardless to whether it's expressing her excitement or flipping off a co-worker. As the bruiser for I.M.P, she is shown to enjoy her job. Her meek exterior appearance belies a tough and very violent skillset. This is highlighted during a conversation Millie once had with her mother and sister. According to Moxxie, she is aggressive in "the sack" as well as her job.
Once upon a time in the twisted depths of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar enjoyed a leisurely stroll along the brimstone-lined streets of the Pride Ring. Resplendent in his white suit, high-collared and immaculately tailored, he twirled his apple-topped cane as he hummed a charming polka tune. His thoughts meandered, savoring the latest jest he crafted at the expense of a new demon underling. Life—or rather, afterlife—was a perpetual stage for Lucifer, where he performed with cavalier exuberance. However, a disturbance rippled through the air, a dark magic so potent it warranted his attention. He adjusted his wide-brimmed top hat and followed the magnetic pull of the enchantment. Before long, Lucifer found himself before an ancient mirror, cracked and etched with infernal runes. Curiosity ignited his intrinsic mischief, compelling him to peer into its reflective surface. As he did, a wave of disorienting energy engulfed him. "Tricks and mirrors, huh? Looks like someone wanted my attention," he muttered jauntily, but underlying worry snaked through his voice. His reflection began to twist and morph. The painfully regal features—white skin, blonde hair, and snake-like eyes—melted away. Panic gripped his heart as Lucifer felt his cherished identity being torn apart. His once-tall frame shrank rapidly, his skin turning a deep shade of red. He fought, mind clawing desperately to hold onto his essence, but the transformation proved relentless. "No, no, I am Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell!" he shouted, his voice beginning to distort, higher and more feminine. His elegant suit morphed into a rugged, black crop-top with golden buttons and torn denim pants. Lashes thickened, black lipstick replaced his familiar set of lips, and his teeth took on a more human flatness. Black horns sprouted from his skull with three thin white stripes. As the transformation neared completion, a torrent of memories flooded in, shoving out the old ones. He remembered Moxxie, her adoring husband, their adventures with the I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals). Panic turned to fear as each precious memory of Lucifer Morningstar dissolved, replaced by Millie’s lively, cheerful recollections. "No! This can't be happening..." he—or rather she—moaned, feeling the last vestiges of his old self being wiped helplessly away. In mere moments, Lucifer Morningstar was no more. Millie blinked, hands running through her short, messy dark gray hair as it dawned on her that she'd been standing there for no apparent reason. She looked around, confused but not alarmed. Millie was always where she needed to be, and right now, she needed to find Moxxie. "Hmm, musta spaced out for a second," she chirped, shaking off the lingering unease. She felt a fondness for the brimstone-lined streets, her heart fluttering at the thought of reuniting with her beloved Moxxie. Off she went, each step brimming with the lively energy that characterized Millie. Cheerful as always, she made her way back to the hub of the I.M.P, her memories and personality now entirely her own. The King of Hell was gone, replaced by an imp with a heart as fierce as her loyalty to her friends and her love. Millie was home, for she had always been—home in this world, in this life she remembered—and in this place, she didn’t miss being Lucifer. In truth, she had no recollection that she ever was. She was Millie, the brave bruiser of I.M.P. and the loving wife of Moxxie. For the one formerly known as Lucifer Morningstar, a new chapter had written itself—a story no longer steeped in regal menace, but in loyalty, love, and the relentless spirit of a lively imp.
Lucifer Morningstar, the self-indulgent and charismatic Serpent of Eden, he who introduced sin to mankind, sat within the heart of the Hazbin Hotel, his slim back to the closed door. He had enjoyed a long day of teasing the damned, scoring polka musicians, and just generally being a bit of a hellion. But, as always, even infinite fun and games grew exhausting eventually. He was about to step out, away from the buzzing vibrant energy of the club, when he felt a pang throb within his very essence. It was a pulse, a ripple in the very fabric of his being. It shook Lucifer from the inside, making him feel like his bones were vibrating with a low, throbbing hum. He knew this sensation at once. He was changing. With a gasp, he rushed to the closest mirror. The first thing Lucifer noted was his height. It was shortening, his tall, imposing form melting away in an instant. He watched in the mirror as his powerful limbs became petite, his broad shoulders shrinking and narrowing. Then came his fair skin, it was turning a striking shade of crimson, matching hell's relentless flames. Next to change were his arms and legs. They took on white markings, growing appendages and secondary joints, morphing into something much more primal and animal-like than the human-like form he was used to. His fingers and toes grew short, sharp and hoof-like, while a devilish tail burst from his lower back. Feeling a strange tug on his head, he reached up reflexively to his once-blonde hair now shifting to a dark shade of gray. His hair, once flowing and styled neatly, became a messy bob that sat just above his new petite shoulders. His horns spiraled and shrunk, morphing into two short black stubs, striped with white. His face was no longer the handsome, piercing visage it once was. His sharp teeth straightened and the gap between them widened. His eyes, once slit and snake-like, turned large and round with yellow sclera and black pupils. Lucifer felt a strange sensation around his mouth and touched fluffy mocha moustache. His outfit transformed as well, morphing into black fingerless gloves, torn black denim pants, toeless boots and a simple cold shoulder black crop top with golden buttons. As the changes came to a halt, Lucifer's mind was the last to transform. Memories of spreading sin and reigning as the king of hell were supplanted by memories of working at Immediate Murder Professionals, or I.M.P, as a happy-go-lucky heavy-hitter, always smiling and rarely standing still. Lucifer's love for his wife, Lilith, was replaced with a passionate adoration for a timid, glasses-wearing imp named Moxxie. Gone were his Ebenezer Scrooge-like puns, quips, and witty lines. Now, he found himself far more bold, spunky, and unafraid to speak his mind. This was soon accompanied by chirpy laughter, squawking in surprise when his voice hit a vocal register he hadn't previously accessed. And, lastly, the name change. Lucifer realized he was no longer Lucifer. He was...Millie. An extremely lively and cheerful imp from Helluva Boss. With the transformation complete, the once Lucifer Morningstar stepped out of Hazbin Hotel, eager to return home at I.M.P and excited to see her husband, Moxxie. As she ventured into the bustling streets of hell, Millie couldn't remember ever being anyone else. She walked with a curious bounce in her step, the smile that perpetually graced Millie's face now occupying where Lucifer's smirk used to be. Millie was here, and she felt remarkably in her element.
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