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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, 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).
The pounding in your head made it difficult to remember how you got here. One moment you were walking down a dimly lit street, and the next you were in the opulence of some otherworldly manor, the blazing torches along the walls throwing dancing shadows over the crimson carpets. Unbidden shivers crawled down your spine, each step forward feeling both foreign and inevitable. Suddenly, an imposing figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the grand hall. He carried an air of dominion, his white skin and serpent-like eyes strikingly unnerving against his flamboyant ringmaster's attire. A wide-brimmed hat shadowed his unreadable expression. "Welcome," the stranger's voice echoed through the hall, a blend of allure and menace. "I've been expecting you." "Who are you?" You demanded, your voice shaky despite your best efforts to appear resolute. "What's going on here?" "I, my dear, am Lucifer Morningstar," he replied with an unsettling smile, baring his sharp, white teeth. He took a step closer, the tails of his coat sweeping behind him. "And what's happening? Ah, well, you are about to embark on a transformation. A change that will remove the tedium of your mortal existence." "No... no! This can't be real. This has to be a nightmare!" Desperation sank in, your hand rising to slap your own cheek just to wrench yourself awake. "Afraid not," Lucifer chuckled darkly. "It is your old, mundane life that was the dream. This," his arms spread grandiosely, "is reality." Before you could protest further, a gust of cold wind swept through the room, and you felt an inexplicable force tugging at your very essence. You staggered backward, clutching your head as your body began to contort and shift. Your skin paled to a stark white, and you felt your flesh stretching, bones reshaping under your skin. Your height remained roughly the same, but your form now exuded an otherworldly slenderness. You tried to scream, but your voice was changing, morphing to a fluid, yet commanding tone that chilled you to the core. "No, please!" You cried out, eyes watering. The familiar echo of your own voice began to wane, replaced by this new, eerie timbre. "Resisting is useless," Lucifer said, his voice now closer as he approached. His hand gently cradled your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his terrifying eyes. "Embrace who you truly are." Your hair turned a shade of blonde, accompanying the appearance of thick, black eyebrows and black lips. Each of your teeth sharpened, transforming into predatory instruments. Large, rosy-red circles emerged on your cheeks, and your eyes adopted a yellow hue with red slit pupils, identical to those of your new father. "No! I can't forget who I am!" You struggled mentally, memories of birthdays, friendships, and fleeting moments of joy clashing against this overwhelming force. "And yet, you will." Lucifer murmured, his touch strangely soothing. "You will see that this life—this reality—is where you belong." Visions of another existence started to flood your mind. Days spent learning under Lucifer’s tutelage, nights filled with laughter echoing through the Morningstar mansion. You recalled the vast wings sprouting from your back, the mastery of angelic flame, and the pride in your father’s eyes when you displayed your powers. "No! Get out of my head!" Your pleas grew weaker, the weight of these new memories pushing out glimpses of your past human life. Lucifer's presence turned suddenly more tangible, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that was almost unbearable. "Why resist happiness, my son? You are mine, and I am yours. Forever." Your resistance faltered; the warmth of acceptance began to seep through you. Who were you fighting for? The understanding of a past mortal life felt distant, almost insignificant now. The Morningstar lineage beckoned, and the love in Lucifer’s eyes resonated deeply. “I... am your son,” you whispered, the last chains holding your old self snapping away. “Indeed you are,” Lucifer purred, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Welcome home, my child.” In that moment, the transformation was complete. Any vestige of your previous mortal self was eradicated, replaced swiftly and entirely by your new identity—as the new son of Lucifer Morningstar. And you couldn't be happier. This was your reality. This was your family. The two of you stood there in the grand hall, side by side, your bond sealed for eternity.
It was just another ordinary day in your life until you felt a sudden weightlessness. Your vision blurred, and when your surroundings became clear again, you found yourself in an entirely different world, face to face with Lucifer Morningstar of Hazbin Hotel fame. To your surprise and horror, he greeted you as if he knew you, before announcing with a feral grin, "My dear son, it's time you took your rightful place in the family." With a flick of his wrist, he waved his cane, and a bizarre sensation flooded your body. Looking down at yourself, you watched as your clothes changed into attire similar to what he wore, a wide-brimmed white top hat and a red-lined, white popped-collared tailcoat suit complete with golden spikes and buttons. Your boots transformed into the heeled, knee-high, black variety like his, and similarly, your hands were now encased in black leather gloves. Despite your fear, you attempted to resist, to change back, but it was to no avail. You tried to convince yourself that this was a dream, a nightmare, that you could wake up from at any moment. You closed your eyes, pinched your skin, slapped your own face, but every time, the sensation of the otherworldly transformation only solidified your horrifying reality. Lucifer laughed cruelly at your futile resistance, his yellow, iris-less eyes glowing with malicious glee. "This is no dream, my boy. This, all of this, is your new reality. Your mortal life was nothing but a dream. Here, you are my son, forever and always." Desperation growing, you tugged at your hair, now turning blonde, cut short and slicked back like Lucifer's. Even your appearance changed. Your agape mouth was filled with sharp white teeth, your skin turned pure white, your eyes lost their iris, becoming snake-like with red slit pupils. In your mind, a deluge of new memories began to override your old ones. Memories of human life were erased, replaced by images of you living as Lucifer's son, ruling beside him, part of the royal Morningstar family. The sadness and fear you were feeling began to dissipate, replaced by a feeling of belonging and power. "No, no," you whispered to yourself as you found your voice changing, transforming to match the gravelly, melodious voice of the Morningstar lineage. You fought the mental transformation, refusing to let go of your old self. But the onslaught of new memories was relentless, and despite your best efforts, you felt your past slipping away into oblivion. Finally, under the weight of the crushing transformation, you gave in. Your human identity, your human memory, and personality faded away completely. You were no longer a human, but a full-fledged, immortal son of Lucifer Morningstar, with all the uncanny abilities and prowess that came with such a title. Despite the initial shock and horror, the new you felt content, even happy about living in Hell with your new family. Embracing your new life, you spread your six wings and ascended into the sky. You looked down at your father, Lucifer, who was beaming at you with pride. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes. You didn't know why, but you sensed that you've always wanted to belong, to have a family, a father. Lucifer turned out to be exactly that – a father figure, someone who'd guide you in this new life. As the fallen angel flew high into the sky over Hell, you caught sight of a new world waiting to be explored, a new life waiting to be lived. You released a deep-breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding and let it all sink in. After all, it was your life now, an immortal life as Lucifer Morningstar's son. Strangely, this thought didn't scare you anymore - it felt just right. You knew within your heart, this was where you belonged, forever.
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