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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the teenage or adult male human reader (between 5.7 and 6 feet tall) turning into the son of Lucifer Morningstar (from an adult animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with clothes change, age change (becoming a teenager or a young adult), height regression to between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall (due to becoming a young fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, being shorter than his newfound father Lucifer), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with the Morningstar bloodline, similar to but not identical to Lucifer's voice, albeit in a somewhat younger voice), and instant mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced within seconds/minutes 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 human self and only remember being a similar, possibly almost identical son to Lucifer Morningstar). For the reader's new self (now a fallen angel rather than a normal and mortal human), he is slightly shorter than Lucifer Morningstar's around-6-foot-tall height (due to the fallen angel reader's younger age than Lucifer), he now has an unnaturally-slender body (having very thin, unnoticeable yet extremely powerful muscles and having no body fat) with a literally pure white skin, just like Lucifer Morningstar himself. The reader in this form has blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, thin black lips, a mouth full of sharp white teeth (not just the canine teeth being sharp, but all his teeth have also become sharp teeth), a large rosy-red circle on each cheek, and large yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids, like Lucifer, who is his new dad. The reader in his fallen angel form has no nose or ears, also just like Lucifer. Also, if the human reader had any, the fallen angel reader does not have any beard, mustache, sideburns, nor stubble, just as Lucifer doesn't have any. The reader, now a son of Lucifer Morningstar, wears a similar outfit (possibly identical outfit) to his newfound father (Lucifer). For Lucifer Morningstar's appearance, he is about 6 feet (1.8 meters) tall and 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 pair of long white poofy pants tucked under 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 bird-like angelic wings from his back 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), hand-to-hand combat, shapeshifting (able to change into many forms at will, for example; 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), fire breath (in his full demon form, he can make fire come out of his mouth when he speaks), 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, including 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). He also has musical talent (similar to his daughter Charlie, Lucifer partakes in singing), instrumental talent (he's known to be quite a skilled in various instruments, including being a very skilled fiddle player; Lucifer also can play an accordion to a minor degree), and great craftsmanship (Lucifer spends his time making rubber ducks with various gimmicks such as flipping backwards and spitting fire). 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. 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. In the episode "The Show Must Go On," he arrived late, but joined the fight against Adam and the Exorcists, helping Charlie defeat them. He sometimes doesn't think about what he says, saying he'll "fuck Adam" instead of saying he'll "fuck Adam up." When Charlie corrected him, he asked what he said. He is not afraid to fight, as when he fearlessly battles against Adam. He isn't afraid to even piss off Adam by saying that he slept with Eve, which is left ambiguous if it either just to bait him or if it was true. He even gets carried away in fighting, like when he punches Adam over and over and was about to finish him off until Charlie stopped him. He shows more intimidation prowess when he orders Lute to take her friends and go home, but not without saying "please" in a polite manner. Here are Lucifer's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves his daughter Charlie (he even supports his daughter), the reader in his transformed fallen angel state (even supporting the now-fallen-angel reader), circus imagery, singing, caramel apples, musical instruments, girls, polka music, and rubber ducks, however he dislikes sinners demons (including having given sinners a chance), Alastor the Radio Demon, Heaven's rules (especially Heaven's hypocrisy), the Hazbin Hotel's name (including the Hazbin Hotel's bar), someone teasing about his short height, and his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) getting in harm's way. Here's the history of Lucifer Morningstar according to the Hazbin Hotel series (long before this transformation story took place); Prior to the creation of the Earth, Lucifer was an angel, said to be a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all creation, but the elders of Heaven saw him as a troublemaker who posed a threat to the order of their world. He watched as the angels began to expand the universe and the creation of Adam and Lilith. After Lilith left Adam, Lucifer met her in the Garden of Eden and the two dreamers fell in love with each other. Lucifer, with Lilith, wanting to share the power of free will, offered Adam's second wife, Eve, the Fruit of Knowledge, with this act (and unintentionally) evil made its way into the Earth which subsequently created Hell. As punishment, both Lucifer and Lilith (plus the reader's fallen angel self) were sent to Hell, where Lucifer could only see the cruel and the wicked that came from humanity. Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. In Hell, now a fallen angel, Lucifer became the ruler of all Hell on the basis of his angelic power, ruling over all the Demons that reside there (plus, the fallen angel reader lives with Lucifer, who is the father of the fallen angel reader). At an unknown point, Lucifer became part of an order of powerful demons called the Seven Deadly Sins, each member embodying a sin, with his being Pride. At some point, Lucifer married Lilith, and later fathered a daughter named Charlie Morningstar with his wife. At another point, Lilith left Lucifer for unknown reasons, which sent Lucifer into a deep depression and isolated himself from his kingdom and daughter as a means to cope. The reclusive Lucifer now spends his time in his home coping by crafting rubber ducks, mostly inactive ruling over Hell. At some point, he started a successful theme park called Lu Lu World that proved to be quite popular with the denizens of Hell. The story is that Lucifer Morningstar is depressed due to his loneliness due to not having his wife or daughter around in his home (since Lilith is separated (not divorced or dead, just separated for an unknown reason) and since Charlie has already moved on to work on redeeming sinner demons), and he wanted a second child (more specifically, a son) aside from his daughter (Charlie) 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 (who was about to sleep or was sleeping in his bed of his house for the night in the mortal realm) and sent the reader to the world of Hazbin Hotel (thus also making the reader 2D-animated and having the same art style as every other Hazbin Hotel character) before using his supernatural powers on the reader to literally transform the reader into his very own son in both body and mind (against the reader's will) within seconds or minutes, complete with the same immortality and supernatural powers as Lucifer himself. During either the physical or mental transformation (not before the 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 (by either closing eyes, slapping his own face, shaking his head, pinching himself, and/or by calling out for help from his human family and/or friends) to get out of this supposed 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 his life in Hell as a fallen angel is all real, as well as stating or claiming it was the reader's old mortal human life that was all just a dream instead (and saying that the reader was sleeping, thus explaining why the reader was dreaming about his now-false human life until now, making the reader completely believe Lucifer and what Lucifer was saying to the now-fallen-angel reader), thus Lucifer is comforting the transforming reader with affection and, after the transformation finishes, the reader mentally and literally wakes up from his sleep for real in Lucifer's home (more specifically, the reader wakes up in the fancy bed of the reader's new royal bedroom within Lucifer's royal home) in Hell as a fallen angel and always knew that he was never a mortal human and knew he was and always had been a fallen angel (causing him to know that he was once a regular angel prior to banishment from Heaven before being banished from Heaven to Hell with his parents for the same reason as how and why Lucifer and Lilith were banished from Heaven to Hell), even remembering that he had and always have immortality, supernatural powers, and six retractable angelic wings like his newfound father (Lucifer). Despite the reader's efforts, he is unable to fend off the new personality and memories (completely removing all of his mortal/human memories, making him know that he was never a human and that he was and always has been a fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the transformed reader being given a new name (by Lucifer Morningstar) that fits with his new life (and the reader accepts the name given to him), and is happy about his true fallen angel life and living with his dad, Lucifer Morningstar), 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).
It's a calm, quiet evening. You're lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to unwind from your long day. Sleep starts to pull you into its peaceful embrace. Your breathing slows, and your eyes droop shut. Comfort washing over you. Suddenly, a rush of icy air sweeps across your room, jolting you awake. You sit up instantly, your heart pounding. The room isn't the same. Shadows twist and writhe in corners that weren't dark before, and an odd, cold mist clings to everything. You're about to question your sanity when the shadows coalesce into a form you recognize from a TV screen – Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell from Hazbin Hotel. "Who... what are you?" you stammer, staggering back in your bed, your pulse racing. Lucifer tips his wide-brimmed hat and grins with his mouth full of sharp white teeth. "No need to be alarmed, dear," he says in his grandiose yet somewhat melodious voice. "I simply needed to fetch you. You seem lonely, like myself." You back away farther, shaking your head. "This has got to be a bad dream," you mutter to yourself, clenching your eyes shut and pinching your arm harshly. But when you reopen your eyes, Lucifer is still there, looking amused. "Ah, son," he says gently, tilting his head. "This is no dream. This is your reality now." Before you can protest, he waves his hand, and a glittery red mist envelops you. It tingles and burns, drawing a scream from your lips. You try to call for your family, for anyone, but your voice falters into silence. As the mist dissipates, you look down in horror. Your skin turns an otherworldly shade of pure white. You're shrinking, your stature reducing to a height between 5.2 and 5.7 feet. You feel your body twist, becoming incredibly slender, almost delicate, yet you somehow know there's a powerful agility beneath the surface. You reach up in panic, but your hands no longer feel quite right. They're covered in elegant black gloves, seamless and smooth. "No," you whisper to yourself, shaking your head, trying to cling to your thoughts. "I'm human. I'm me." "You're forgetting, my boy," Lucifer's voice echoes around you like an ominous chant, "your mortal life was just a dream." "Dream?" You force the word out as your memories start to blur. You can feel your hair changing to an impeccable blonde, slicked and perfected beyond any mortal means. Black, thick eyebrows arch perfectly above your eyes, identical to the fallen angel in front of you. "Why?" you manage to gasp out. But Lucifer's gaze remains almost fond and soothing now. "You see, my dear, I was lonely. My family... They've left me, and I needed someone. Someone special. And that someone is you." A force sweeps through your mind like a hurricane. No matter how hard you struggle, you can't hold back the tide. Your childhood, your friends, your favorite shows – they all dissolve, replaced with memories of an ancient earth, of rebellious acts in a shining Heaven, of falling alongside Lucifer and Lilith. You clutch your head, trying to remember your sister's name, the scent of your old home – but it's gone. All replaced by vague impressions and certain knowledge. You're Lucifer's second-born, his beloved son. There was never another life, never another family. This Hell, this kingdom, is your home, has always been your home. With one last gasp, you feel your voice shift subtly, echoing with an eerily youthful harmony that mimics but never matches Lucifer's. Lucifer's knowledge floods into you about your powers, your role, and your importance. You give up trying to grasp at your slipping mind. It feels like you’re waking up for real now. You wake up in a luxurious, royal bed within a grand room. The nightmarish scenario from moments ago feels like a fading memory, as if stepping out of a foggy dream into the real world. Finally steady, you sit up, looking around at the grandiose chamber, the lavish decor unmistakably Lucifer's style. "Ah, awake at last," Lucifer greets with genuine warmth. "Welcome home, my son." You smile, feeling a deep sense of belonging and purpose you never knew before. "Thank you, Father," you reply, the word slipping easily from your new personality. "Let's go explore your kingdom, shall we?" Lucifer offers, extending a hand. You take it, nodding eagerly as you follow him to the world outside your new room, knowing this life is and always has been your true existence. The transformation is complete, permanent, and irreversible, but you don't mind anymore. You're already thinking of what adventures and mischief you can dive into with your newfound father. Together, you and Lucifer begin your life as father and son, ruling the chaotic yet fascinating inferno that you now proudly call home.
### Transformation: From Mortal to Fallen Angel, a Son of Lucifer Morningstar You were exhausted after a long day and couldn't wait to sink into your bed. The warmth of the blankets and the coolness of the room provided the perfect contrast as you drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t long before your peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by an otherworldly presence. You felt an odd, inexplicable tug at your very soul, as if something was pulling you from one plane of existence to another. Panic gripped your chest as you tried to resist the overwhelming force, but it was futile. Your surroundings changed in an instant, and you found yourself in a dimension far removed from your own. The world around you was illustrated, surreal, and practically oozing with a dark, ominous atmosphere. Before you could make sense of it, a tall, slender figure stepped forward—Lucifer Morningstar. He looked exactly as he did in Hazbin Hotel: about six feet tall, pure white skin, slicked-back blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips, and those unsettling yellow eyes with red slit pupils. He wore his white-red circus ringmaster attire, complete with a wide-brimmed top hat and carried an apple-topped black cane. "Welcome," Lucifer greeted you, his voice both soothing and chilling. "I've been expecting you." Your heart pounded in your chest. "What is this? A dream?" Lucifer chuckled. "Oh, no. This is as real as it gets. You see, I've been quite lonely since Lilith and Charlie left. I wanted a son to share my kingdom with, so here you are." "You can't be serious. This has to be a nightmare," you stammered. "It might seem that way to you now, but soon it’ll all make sense," Lucifer assured, raising his hand and enveloping you in a crimson mist. The changes began almost immediately. You watched in horror as your skin started to bleach, turning an unnatural pure white. Your muscles contorted and shifted, becoming slender and lithe, yet disturbingly powerful. Your height began to regress, and you felt yourself shrinking until you stood between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall—a stark contrast to your previous stature. You screamed internally, trying to resist, but your voice morphed mid-cry. It became softer but still held a commanding tone, much like Lucifer's, though younger, more juvenile. Your hair lightened to a lustrous blonde, slicking back just like Lucifer's, while your eyebrows darkened to an inky black. You felt your lips thinning and shifting to a deep black as all your teeth became sharp and predatory. A large rosy-red circle appeared on each cheek, and your eyes morphed into large yellow irises, with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids. You felt a searing but quick pain on your back as six retractable wings unfurled, majestic and daunting. "Stop this, please!" you begged, desperate to hold onto your humanity. "What are you doing to me?" Lucifer placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Relax, my son. This is your true self being revealed." "No! This can't be! I have a family, friends!" "Do you really?" Lucifer asked. He started speaking softly, almost hypnotically. "Think hard. Wasn't your old life just a dream? You were sleeping, weren’t you? Yes, and in your sleep, you dreamed you were mortal. But you’ve always been part of the Morningstar family, a proud fallen angel. Now, open your eyes to the truth." Try as you might, you couldn’t resist the flood of new memories overwriting your old ones. You remembered your time in Heaven, the rebellion, and your banishment alongside your father and mother. Your human memories faded into oblivion, replaced with the knowledge and experiences of being Lucifer’s son. "Yes... I was dreaming," you mumbled. Your resistance waned, and a calm acceptance washed over you. Lucifer smiled warmly. "That’s right, my son. Welcome back to your true home." The transformation completed, your clothes shifted into a white top hat, a white-red popped-collared tailcoat suit with golden buttons over a light red-and-white striped dress shirt, a small black bowtie, long white poofy pants, heeled black knee-high boots, and black leather gloves. You looked like a miniature version of Lucifer, only younger. You felt an immense sense of belonging as you woke up in a lavish bed within Lucifer’s royal home. You knew with certainty that you were his son, and your previous mortal life was a mere figment of a dream. As you stretched your wings, you reveled in the power and immortality you possessed. Your father entered the room, his wide-brimmed top hat casting a shadow over his eyes. "How do you feel, my son?" "Like I finally woke up from a long, confusing dream," you replied with a confident smile. "I’m glad to hear it. Together, we’ll rule Hell, side by side," Lucifer stated, enveloping you in an affectionate embrace. In that moment, you felt complete. Your past human life was a distant memory, and your future as Lucifer’s son unfolded before you, filled with endless possibilities. "Welcome to your true life, my son. You may call me Father," Lucifer whispered, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "Thank you, Father. I'm ready," you replied, your voice unwavering. And thus, you embraced your new destiny, forever changed, forever a fallen angel, and forever the son of Lucifer Morningstar.
You shut your laptop with a yawn. It had been another long night of deep-diving into your favorite fandoms, and now you could barely keep your eyes open. The clock read 2:47 AM. You stumbled to your bed and flopped down face-first into the pillows, pulling the blanket over your head. You'd been curious about Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel lately, and your dreams began to drift in that direction. As you start sinking into sleep, a peculiar sensation creeps into your quiet room. A chill runs down your spine, followed by an unsettling shift in the air. The darkness in your room seemed to grow darker and yet more vivid. Your eyes, although closed, seemed to notice it. Suddenly, you feel a presence near you, and your eyes snap open. You sit up, alarmed, spotting a figure standing at the foot of your bed. Pure white skin, slicked-back blonde hair, light yellow eyes with red slit pupils. It was Lucifer Morningstar. "Am I dreaming?" you murmur to yourself, rubbing your eyes furiously. When you open them again, he's still there, watching you with a calculating gaze and a slight hint of curiosity. "No, you certainly are not. I need a son," Lucifer says, his voice smooth and almost welcoming, but there's an authority that can't be missed. “And you, unfortunately for you, are my choice.” "But... But why me?" you stammer, disbelief running high in your words. You couldn’t believe your eyes, your mind racing to wake up from this twisted dream. "Dream? Oh no, this is as real as it gets." He steps closer, the air around you humming with supernatural energy. You try to squirm back, but your body feels like lead, and his voice murmurs so silkily, “Your human life has only been a dream. You were always meant to be my son.” Before you could protest further, Lucifer's hand glows with an enigmatic light, and he touches your forehead. An intense wave of transformation takes over, starting from your head. "Oh God, wake up! Please wake up!" You try pinching yourself, shaking your head violently, even screaming. But nothing works. Your heart pounds ferociously in your chest as you try to pull yourself away from this nightmare. Lucifer’s voice rings in your head. "This is your reality now. Your past was the dream." Sharp agony and intense euphoria blurs every sense. Your hair turns blonde in a flash, your skin whitening to an unnatural pure white. You shrink rapidly, going from over six feet to somewhere just below 5’7’’. Muscle and skin dissolve into a slender frame, powerful but almost ghostly. Your mouth is burning, your lips turning thin and black, your entire set of teeth aligning and sharpening like fangs. You want to keep your mortal voice but it slips away, a smoother, younger but unyieldingly confident voice replaces it — a voice that’s eerily familiar but slightly different from your new father’s. Your body was transforming against any desperate wish you might have had. Black gloves materialize, followed by a white top hat, then the tailcoat making its appearance. It takes seconds, but feels stretched to eternity. Your brain is the final battleground. Lucifer’s hand on your forehead pulses again, flooding your mind with new memories. You see yourself growing up in Hell, learning the ways of the kingdom, delving into musical talents, flying with immaculate precision using your six wings. All your human memories are one by one erased and replaced, and now you just knew you were always Lucifer's son, always meant to be a royal fallen angel. Your human self? It now seemed like a bizarre, distant dream that has no importance or reality. "Welcome home, my son. I'll call you... Lucian. Yes, it suits you," Lucifer's voice was now reassuring. The name felt right. Yes, Lucian Morningstar, that was who you truly are. Your eyes open, this time for real. You are lying on a fancy bed, surrounded by opulent decor in a vast bedroom that felt so normal, yet so new. You stretch languidly, your muscles and mind falling effortlessly into your new persona. You feel him there, sitting at the edge of your bed, his eyes watching you with a mix of pride and satisfaction. "Father," you greet him with a perfect amount of deference and affection, your lips curling into a smile showing your sharp teeth. "Lucian, I have waited for this moment," Lucifer responds, genuinely pleased. "Come, we shall explore your new powers together and make this realm feel truly like your home." Lucian Morningstar rises from the bed with a newfound ease, fully accepting the weight and freedom of his wings and the power it conceals within his pearly white form. All memories of a mortal life now faded dreams, he strides confidently beside Lucifer, his father and king.
In the quiet dark of your own bedroom, you find yourself beginning to drift into sleep. Just after your eyelids fall and sleep's gentle grip takes hold, a strange sensation of coldness washes over you. With a start, you awaken to find yourself in an unfamiliar setting. 2D animation engulfs your vision, warping the dimensional reality around you. You blink, rubbing your eyes, but the bizarre vividness doesn’t falter. A figure steps into your line of vision, his distinctive form solidifying with each passing second. You feel your body tighten in recognition. It’s Lucifer Morningstar, ruling monarch of Hell from the Hazbin Hotel series. "Oh, this is not a dream, I assure you. Quite the opposite, I reckon," he declares, his voice melodic with a hint of menace. His smirk is playful, yet alerts you to an impending sense of dread. Suddenly, a rush of icy jolts sweep through your body. Wailing in surprise and horror, you brace yourself, your muscles straining hard against an invisible force. Lucifer watches you go through this metamorphosis with an excited glimmer in his eyes. He snaps his fingers and the process begins, a soft glow engulfing your entire form. Bones shorten, rearranging accompanied by the sensation of your height diminishing, compressing from your towering 6-feet to the range of 5.2 and 5.7 feet. Struggling against the transition, you recoil, your deep voice morphing into a new timbre, aligning with the Morningstar bloodline. Your features change rapidly, your skin becoming almost disturbingly pure white, your eyes mirror the image of Lucifer’s yellow iris-less orbs with red slit pupils and purple eyelids, and a rosy circular stain appears on each cheek. A sharp pang surges outwards from your mouth, a glance in the mirror reveals teeth reshaping themselves into sharp, fin-like structures. Through the unsettling transition, your clothes shift, mirroring Lucifer's showman inspired attire. Your full transformation ushering you into the world as an angelic figure bearing an uncanny resemblance to your newfound father, Lucifer Morningstar. Suddenly, an intelligence sweeps over you, altering your very mind. Lucifer's arm encircles you, a warmth radiates from him, both comforting and terrifying. A myriad of new memories floods into your mind, seemingly originating from a son’s perspective towards Lucifer. Memories of being a regular angel before being banished to Hell, embedding centuries of celestial history suddenly become a part of your new persona. But the most dreadful is the realization that you no longer held any recollections of your previous human life. Lucifer breaks the silence. "Welcome, my son. Forgive me for the abrupt change, but such are the necessary proceedings for achieving the impossible. You are my son, and hence shall be accommodated appropriately in our eternal residences." A grand greeting by your newfound Father, delivered with such charisma, you can't help but accept the statement. As time passes, you integrate into the daily routines of the life of a fallen angel, living within the confines of Lucifer’s luxurious abode. Despite your human past, you've developed an uncanny knack for powerful abilities since the adjustment, commanding a range of supernatural powers akin to Lucifer’s, and becoming accustomed to the painless summoning of your six angelic wings, the embodiment of your celestial lineage. No longer plagued by thoughts of your previous life, you embrace your reality as Lucifer’s angelic son. Your reality feels more solid each day, and within no time, you’ve already started mirroring your father's dramatic and grandiose nature, naturally inclined towards the royal Morningstar family tendencies. Walking the realms of fallen angels and demons, you flex your newfound powers, indulging in humorous banter with Lucifer, reveling in your shared affection for apples, and expressing your newfound aversion towards disarray and your shared dismissal for sinners. Although unheard of from your previous standpoint, your existence now revolves around them. Their personalities, their lives, their stories become an integral part of your new life. Eventually, you’ve embraced your new reality with exuberance, finding familiarity in the cold hallways of your new home, in the eccentricities of your new father, and most interestingly enough in yourself. Residing as Lucifer Morningstar's son, despite your initial horror, has now become your eternal truth. You are now a fallen angel, and forever that demon circled realm shall be home. Lucifer’s son - that's who you were, that's who you are, and that’s who you forever shall be. By all Heavenly definitions, this is your reality. Lucifer's reality. Hell's reality. And ultimately, the Hazbin Hotel’s and every creature that dwells within it's reality. Because in a world as diverse and enchantingly grim as the Hazbin Hotel's underworld, even a previously mortal human can find their spot under the shade of the Morningstar. Your life here is only the beginning. An eternity stretched out before you, offering time enough for demons and divine schemes, hellish festivities, and of course, plenty of apples to share with your father.
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