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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to many centuries old and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), reality 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 the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). 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.
I can see the fascination in my reflection staring back at me in the mirror. I'm an eight-year-old boy, simple and ordinary. But it seems the winds of destiny are blowing, and they're blowing me straight into an entirely different reality. The transformation begins subtly, sending shivers down my spine. The first thing I notice is a flicker in the reflection, the contours of a man pushing against my boyish features. His face is hauntingly beautiful yet undeniably fearsome. The transformation isn't painful, not physically, but it feels as though reality itself is pulling at my cells, reshaping them, realigning them. Slowly but surely, I watch my body stretch and contort, growing taller. I try to shout for mom and dad. I want them near me, comforting me, but my voice comes out different, deeper, far too smooth for my young self. Panic rises in me as I see my hands become aged yet still flawlessly smooth, porcelain white, my skin transforming into an inhuman canvas. My reflection grimaces at me, and I feel a wave of horror when the features start becoming less human. The nose flattens, the ears narrow into nothingness. I try to touch them, hoping to feel my human features, but a cold dread fills me when there's nothing there. I blink, and the child's clothes are replaced by an impeccable white suit, a black bow tie adjusting itself by no apparent force. My shirt changes—cartoons to red and white stripes, the boots on my feet lengthen, and they now encompass up to my knees. This isn't normal. This isn't right. But as much as I fight against the encroaching reality, it washes over me like water, infiltrating every crevice, every thought, every memory. In a blink, memories of playing with toys are replaced by polka music, wandering the park replaced with walking through Hell, a father's gentle discipline with the wail of tortured souls. This is becoming my reality, despite my eight-year-old heart screaming for mom and dad. I feel my mind waver as it desperately tries to hold onto my human memories, but they're being pushed away, replaced by something much darker, much older. And then—the last thing to change, my eyes. They turn yellow, the pupils slit like a snake's, and they involuntarily close. A sudden torrent of memories rush into me, memories of a past I had never lived, yet a past I remembered clearly. As the final piece, topped with a wide-brimmed hat and apple-topped cane, the transformation concludes. I'm no longer the eight-year-old boy who looked in the mirror minutes ago, now stands Lucifer Morningstar from the animated series Hazbin Hotel. I turn, no longer seeing my old world but a new one, the world of the Hazbin Hotel. There's a momentary pang, a lost and disconnected feeling quickly filled up by the ancient wisdom that now flows within me. My lips stretch into a jovial smile as I walk into the hotel lobby, greeting the patrons with a wink and a nod. Lucifer's love for his wife Lilith paints my heart, and I feel an impending longing for her. His gregarious charm, his regality, his insatiable mischief, it all becomes me, and I become it. The boy I once was, now irrevocably lost in the annals of memory, only the charming, centuries-old demon remains. "I have arrived," I announce, voice echoing amid the teeming throng of sinners and swindlers. "Who fancies a dance?"
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