Devilish Doppelgänger: A Transformation Tale of Becoming Lucifer Morningstar's Identical Clone

I turned to face the towering form of Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell in the Hazbin Hotel series. His image was an intimidating sight with his pure white skin, piercing yellow eyes with red slit pupils, thick black eyebrows, and black lips set in a permanent smirk revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. His blonde hair was styled perfectly, and he had on a charming white high collar tailcoat suit with long white poofy pants. His attire was complemented with a black bowtie, black gloves, knee-high heeled boots, and a red and white-striped undershirt. He wore a wide-brimmed white top hat adorned with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes, reminiscent of a crown, with a matching black cane topped with an apple. The man oozed charisma and it was unnerving. “You see,” he began, with an unsettling grin, “I’ve become horrendously bored with ruling Hell all by my lonesome. I’ve decided I need... a twin. A clone. Someone to stand next to me and help me rule. Plus, you folk out there, and your fan-made art and stories of me being turned into something less than myself, it’s honestly quite tiring.” The smile on his face widened, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. The fear in my heart pounded, but there was a supernatural force holding me in place, keeping me from running away. This was Lucifer Morningstar. The imagery around me changed and morphed, and before I could react, I was in the world of Hazbin Hotel. "I'm sorry, but you're the lucky one chosen to be that clone. You see," Lucifer raised his cane and tapped it three times on the floor, "you’re going to become my twin brother.” I felt a pull at my chest, something seemed to hurt like it was being ripped from me. I clung onto whatever it was, struggling, but it seemed futile. My body started to change, my skin lightening into a pure white tone. The pain, it was immense. I was reshaping, reconfiguring. My form was losing its current stance and taking on a new one. My hair, originally dark and unruly, turned a vibrant blonde, my eyes took on a new form, becoming yellow with red slits, much like Lucifer's. It was a transformation, one that reshaped every single part of me. I could feel my clothing shifting too. I felt the change of texture, the shirt, the pants, the shoes, the top hat, and even the ring on my finger. A wave of realisation washed over me, I was becoming Lucifer Morningstar. My memories began to blur, my human self started getting drowned out, lost in the abyss of my transforming mind. New memories flooded in, my past, or rather Lucifer’s past, his personality, his mentality, everything rushed into my brain. "No!" I fought against the looming darkness. But it was fruitless, my pleading cries were overshadowed by gleeful laughter and the sound of polka music. He’d won. My memories and my personality were being washed away by a crimson tide, replaced by the mind and memories of Lucifer Morningstar. Everything settled down and I looked at Lucifer, or rather, my reflection. I remembered now, I was Lucifer Morningstar, and I had always been. The life I knew was nothing more than a faint dream. I was Lucifer, the king, the ruler, the embodiment of all that Hell praised and yearned for. My... no, Lucifer’s wife, Lilith, walked in, her beauty unmatched by any. She gasped at the sight unfolding. “Oh, Lucifer, you're always full of surprises, aren’t you? “ she chuckled. But I could see the love in her eyes. Love for me, or should I say, us. Indeed, it was an excellent day to be king. After all, two kings are better than one, aren’t they?