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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the male human reader (between 5.5 and 6 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 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 immortality and supernatural powers as Lucifer himself. During either the physical or mental transformation, the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening to him (as well as having Lucifer Morningstar and the Hazbin Hotel universe existing) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (possibly by either closing eyes, slapping his own face, and/or by pinching himself) to get out of this nightmare, but sadly for the reader, this is not a dream and it is all happening for real (with Lucifer letting the transforming reader know this is not a dream and is all real, even stating it was the reader's old mortal human life that was all just a dream instead). Despite the reader's efforts, he 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, the transformed reader being given a new name that fits with his new life, 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 wake up, groggy and disoriented, in an unfamiliar room. The elegant decor doesn't distract you from the fact that you have no idea how you got here. The bed feels strange beneath you, softer and yet colder at the same time. Panic bubbles in your chest as you try to recall your last moments. Suddenly, a slow clap echoes through the room. You turn sharply, eyes widening at the figure before you. A man with pure white skin and an unsettling lack of nostrils or ears stands before you. His blonde hair is slicked back, except for one tuft that rebelliously sticks out. His light yellow eyes with red slit pupils are locked onto you, and a very familiar golden apple-topped cane rests in his hand. "Ah, you're awake. Marvelous," Lucifer Morningstar's voice lilts, dripping with a theatrical charm that unsettles you further. "I see you're taking in your surroundings. Do you like it? I redecorated just for you." "No... no, this can't be happening," you stammer, backing away from him. "This isn't real." Lucifer's grin widens, showing a mouth full of sharp white teeth. "Oh, it's very real, dear boy. Your old life was but a fleeting dream." His words twist in your mind, sparking a dread you've never known. You pinch your arm hard, the pain sharp but meaningless. "Wake up... wake up!" Lucifer's laugh fills the room, dark and taunting. "This is not a bad dream, darling boy. This is your new reality." You shut your eyes, wishing it all away, but his voice worms its way back into your head. "You see, I've grown quite lonely, with my wife and daughter gone. I wanted a son, someone who can share in my world, my power. And so, I chose you." Before you can react, you feel a strange sensation creeping through your limbs, as though tiny needles are pricking your very essence. Your skin begins to tingle and you feel your body slenderizing, bones moving and reshaping beneath your flesh. "No! Please!" you shout, but it's as if your voice is being swallowed by the room. Your skin turns alabaster, pure white, void of life. Your hair lightens to a pale blonde, flowing around your changed face. Your nose and ears fade into nothingness, replaced by unsettling smoothness. Black lips form and you feel the sharpness of your transforming teeth bite against your tongue. Rosy-red circles blossom on your cheeks, and your eyes burn as they transition to yellow with red slit pupils. "This can't be happening..." you whisper, but even your voice sounds unfamiliar—higher, eerily smooth, a perilous charm dripping from every word. Your clothes twist and morph into a regal attire that matches Lucifer's grandiose style—a tailor-made suit in crimson and gold. Velvet gloves cover your hands, giving you an unsettlingly elegant appearance. Lucifer steps closer, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. His touch feels both alien and familiar. "Just accept it, my son. Embrace who you are becoming," he murmurs. You try to force a memory of your past life to the surface—your family, your friends, your home—but they slip away like sand through your fingers. New memories flood in—memories of ruling alongside your father, of being a powerful, fallen angel in the Morningstar line. You fight against them, clawing desperately to hold onto the last shreds of your humanity. "Don't fight it; let it consume you," Lucifer coaxes. You squeeze your eyes shut, but the memories push harder, stronger. A childhood playing in the grand halls of Hell, training under Lucifer’s watchful eyes, seeing your father not for the monster he is but as... Dad. "No... I don't want... this," you manage to whisper, but the words feel foreign on your tongue. Your old life is becoming a blur, your human name indistinct and ghostly. You open your eyes, the room now looking familiar, comforting. "Father..." you say, the acceptance in your voice surprising even you. The memories have taken over, fitting into place like they'd always belonged there. Lucifer smiles warmly. "Welcome home, my dear son. Or should I call you by your new name? Ah, yes, how about... Tobias?" You nod, any traces of resistance gone. "Yes, Father. I am Tobias Morningstar." You are filled with a sense of belonging, an understanding of your place in this world finally settling into your bones. Your human self is but a distant dream, completely erased. You are Tobias, son of Lucifer Morningstar, and this is your world now. Forever.
Life was mundane, ordinary, and simple. Standing about 5.8 feet tall, you were just as ordinary as the next guy--until the day everything changed. With a sudden, dizzying feeling of vertigo, your world tipped and spun before plunging into blackness. But then, you reopened your eyes and found yourself staring at a figure, ostentatious to say the least, with pure white skin and no visible nostrils or ears. His eyes were an unsettling light yellow, slit like a snake's, and dotted with red. "Welcome, kiddo," he said with an unnerving grin, sharp teeth peeking out, "How about we give you a little makeover?" Your heart pounded, but Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell, was relentless. With a flick of his wrist, your clothes shifted. Your humanly casual clothes turned into a white and red coat much like his, with a similar golden button arrangement. Beneath it, a red-and-white striped shirt shimmered into existence, completed by a small, black accessory bowtie. A top hat, white with a bizarre golden apple and snake arrangement, appeared on your head. Unsettling. "I've always wanted a son, ya know. You don't mind, do you?" Lucifer's insidious grin glistened, but horror pinned you restless as your body began to change. Your skin turned deathly pale, and your features started to alter. Your nose and ears vanished, and your lips turned an eerie black. Your eyes morphed next, irises dissolving into yellow, pupils shifting into red slits that matched Lucifer's. "Isn't that better?" he chuckled as your body settled into an eerily slender form, your hair blonde as his. You tried to shut your eyes, tried to wake up from this nightmarishly surreal ordeal, but each pinch, each haphazard slap landed on the icy skin which was now yours. Every attempt at denial was met with Lucifer's gleeful scoffs, his words ringing again and again, "This is your reality, chum. Your old life was the real dream." Even as your mind railed against accepting the inescapable truth, changes began to seep into it. Memories of a mundane existence faded to surreal tales of being Lucifer's son, living an immortal existence in Hell. Your personality warping, installing ambitious desires, dreams, and an overly dramatic flair that echoed Lucifer's. "Stop...please," you protested, the voice not your own but eerily similar to Lucifer's. But every effort was to no avail, your human identity fading into distant memory. "Now to top it off, kiddo..." And with that, similar to Lucifer, six white angelic wings poofed behind you. You were no longer the human you used to be. Memories of that old existence seemed delusions compared to the reality of Hell, being Lucifer's child. And, oddly enough, the thought filled you with a strange contentment. Your new memories brimmed with power, immortal life, a unique place in the world of Hazbin Hotel. To your utter shock, a new name burst unbidden to your lips—Lucian Morningstar, the Son of Hell—and you found yourself smiling. Lucifer clapped your back. "That’s my boy!" he cheered, “Welcome to the Morningstar family!” The transformation was complete, irreversible, and despite your instinctive terror, you couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, your horror dissolving into acceptance. Who were you before? You couldn't remember...only that you were Lucian now, and always had been. And that thought wasn't as terrifying as it should have been.
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