Brother to Lucifer Morningstar and Charlie Morningstar, the reader (now a son of Lilith Morningstar and Lucifer Morningstar) is turned into a demon after a POWV story (POV transformation story) and

First-person Perspective: Boring, routine, normal - that was the description of me, a mere human, until my life took an unearthly twist. It was an ordinary day, mundane in its impeccable sameness, until a towering figure with aura as strident as a thunderbolt made an appearance, halting my world on its axis. His presence was enveloping, magnetic yet also terrifying. The world seemed to hang onto his every word when he spoke, "I am Lucifer Morningstar, I've come to claim what is mine." Although I tried to fight, resist it, his ambiguous words somehow resonated with me.. His hand reached out, the celestial power emanating from it robbed me of my strength. His fingers grazed my skin and suddenly, my world tilted on its axis once again, but this time it was a swirl of pain and metamorphosis. First, a peculiar tingling sensation coursed through my veins, my blood pulsated as if on fire. My reflection in the mirror twisted bizarrely; the familiar brown hair now an unusual shade of blonde, far lighter than anything natural for me. My skin, previously a warm shade, transformed into an almost translucent white shade. Not just the colour but my physique too changed. I could feel, rather than see, my physique becoming leaner. The once fitting clothes now hung loose from my shrinking form. As if someone was slowly dimming the lights, the room darkened, until I realized that it was not the room but my vision that was changing. A sudden urge to see my reflection once again drew me closer to the mirror. The eyes staring back at me were not mine, their sclera was now a bright yellow with piercingly red slit pupils. The normality of my human life seemed to fade right along with my regular human attributes. Despite my innate human instincts shouting at me to fight off the changes, my mind began twisting on itself, my memories replaced with new unfamiliar ones. Each passing moment, my previous life became hazier. The mental images of a demon's world flashed across my mind, vivid and strikingly real, replacing my human memories. The next second, the image of a regal outfit appeared in the mirror, reminiscent of Lucifer's extraordinarily expensive attire. The sharp teeth I bore were no longer my own, honed to a fine point. I could only stand and stare as my height altered, making me tower over my human self. My age, too, seemed to shift, but discreetly. It wasn't about turning back the clock, but about joining a lineage that flowed for centuries – becoming a part of the morning star's bloodline. The sound of my name escaped Lucifer's lips, but it was not the name I had been known by in my human life. I was now fully transfigured into a son of Lucifer Morningstar and a brother to Charlotte "Charlie" Morningstar. "Why, you might be asking?,” Lucifer's voice echoed around the now alien room, "Because I've always longed for a son of my own, not just any son, but you, particularly.” Inside me, this statement didn't feel strange, rather it felt as if it was where I had always belonged. My human existence evaporated, all I remembered was being a son of the Morningstars. Despite the surreal course of events, I was happy, feeling content for the first time in a very long time. "I think it's time now, son, to introduce you to the world where you truly belong," Lucifer beckoned, a strangely comforting smile playing on his devilish features. As I followed him, leaving behind my old world, I felt a sense of peace, washing over me, making me oblivious of my past, my human life. As we stepped into the demon world, I knew then with utter certainty... This was where I always belonged, and I was home.