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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader suddenly/rapidly turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (the reader's personalities and memories instantly being permanently and completely replaced/overwritten by Lucifer's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar tailcoat suit, long white poofy pants, a black bowtie, a pair of black gloves, black knee-high heeled boots, 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 has a very thin body (but is still powerful due to supernatural angelic and demonic powers) and he is slightly shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith, but he is still quite tall compared with most other demons and is adult human-sized. 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. The story would be that Lucifer Morningstar was getting sick and tired of being viewed as an evil monster, and to his dismay, the human reader views demons (who he/she is afraid of) as nothing more than pure evil monsters (even though Lucifer Morningstar is simply a fallen angel, a type of demonic angel of hell). So Lucifer (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader into Lucifer's identical twin brother. 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 are 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).
You begin feeling a strange sensation, as if the gravity of the room has suddenly shifted. The room pulses in and out of focus before everything around you, your world as you know it, is ripped away. Cold waves of alien energy course through your body, and sooner than you can comprehend, you are standing somewhere entirely different. You're in the fiery, strange landscape of the Hazbin Hotel's version of Hell. It's clearly a different realm, an animated world much different from your own. You feel your hands trembling, but not out of fear, out of... excitement? An intriguing figure, clad in an extravagant white suit with a top hat and golden cane, approaches you. "Hello, dear reader, welcome to my humble abode," he greets you with a toothy grin. A shiver runs down your spine at evil this monstrosity - Lucifer Morningstar himself - radiates. But his voice is velvety and deep, raising your pulse. Before you can respond, Lucifer waves his black cane in the air. A rippling wave of energy emanates from it, washing over you. Suddenly, a rush of heat engulfs your body. You try to scream, to run away, yet your bones feel like molten gold – heavy and searing. The sensation is all-encompassing. Your body is twisting, bending, morphing in ways you could never anticipate. Your human form seems to melt away, replaced by pure white skin, glowing an ethereal and slightly menacing light. Your average height gives an inch, making you closer to Lucifer’s towering form. You shrink, but paradoxically, also manifest a sense of power you never felt before. Golden strands of hair sprout from your scalp, the tips tickling your neck and shoulders as your clothing begins to change. This is no magic trick; your usual clothes have transformed into a white high collar tailcoat suit, long white poofy pants, a pair of black gloves, and black knee-high heeled boots. A black bowtie frames the red undershirt with white stripes you're wearing and a wide-brimmed white top hat now rests on your head. Panic begins to stir in you, but another wave of transformation feels entirely different. Not physical, more mental. Your memories, your fears, your delights, your ambitions, and your traits all start to slip. Still, you fight back, clutching at fragments of your old self. Your mouth moves, but it's no longer your voice speaking. It's lower--most certainly masculine--and full of sarcastic charm, "You can't win this, reader. You might as well give it up," makes its way past your black lips. You cringe at the statement, trying to rebut, but all that comes out is, "I am Lucifer Morningstar." And in the end, you give in. You stop fighting against the new persona overtaking your mind and your memories. You let go, without a whisper of your human past, only memories of Hell and its complex politics and eternal damnation. Your former identity is unreachable, a forgotten dream, replaced entirely by Lucifer's memories and personality. As you open your eyes, now glowing with yellow and red slit pupils resembling those of a snake, you catch sight of your reflection in Lucifer's cane. The change is undeniable. There's a flicker of fear, panic about who you were, but it is as fleeting as a flame. You smirk at your reflection, your expression mirroring Lucifer's as he joins you in raucous laughter. "Welcome, brother," he exclaims jovially, "to an eternal damnation styled like an everlasting party!" You no longer feel out of place. Instead, you feel a monstrous, demonic joy rising within you. You hold your hand over your heart, feeling the new rhythm beneath your chest. You are Lucifer Morningstar's identical twin, adopting his traits, his mannerisms, his twisted humor. But among the new traits, you find, most surprisingly, a sense of belonging. Pitch-perfect harmony amidst the infernal chaos. You are not the reader anymore. You are Lucifer Morningstar.
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