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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 11 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to many centuries old and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, no memories of being a mortal human kid, and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent and completely irreversible. For Lucifer's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), 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, has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a pair of black gloves, a black bowtie, 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 is slightly shorter than his daughter Charlie and his wife Lilith, but he is still tall compared with most other demons. 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As you played with your toys, a tingle ran up your spine. Your child-sized hands suddenly felt heavy and each breath you drew seemed to echo inexorably within your small fragile chest. Panic bubbled up from within as your surroundings shimmered and twisted, gradually turning from a familiar bedroom to a demon's chamber littered with hellish trinkets and adornments. The world that was once yours was gone, replaced by the dread-filled and beguiling record of Hazbin Hotel. Strangely, your anxiety quelled as your body started to mold and transform. You watched your limbs lengthen, muscles developed, and skin paled to a ghostly white. Clothes shredded as a pristine white suit materials from nowhere draped over your maturing form. "SOMETHING'S WRONG!" you shouted involuntarily, startling with your own voice that echoed around the now grotesque room. It wasn't your voice. It was deeper, smoother. A mirror materialized in front of you. Yellow slitted pupils replaced your once innocent eyes, mouth brimming with sharp teeth, and intricate blond hair falling neatly onto your broadening shoulders. You tried your best to retain the memory of the face you once belonged to, an 11-year old boy, but it didn't belong to you anymore. In desperation, you reached out to the only lifeline you could think of – your parents. But dialing a number that was once etched into your soul was a struggle. With every ring that resonated in the chamber, your memory of them faded. "Who am I calling?" you found yourself wondering. The statement marked the last memory of their existence, your memory fought valiantly yet went down. Left in your mind were other memories, filling your void swiftly. You experienced countless years of devilish deeds, hell-raising, twisted pranks, and endless encounters with other underworld denizens. These were Lucifer Morningstar's memories, your memories now. "Yes, I am him, the King of Hell," you recognized grinning into the mirror, surprised by the satisfaction that realization brought. Your hand delicately twirled a newly appeared black cane topped with an apple. Your other hand tightened its grip on a hat that you placed onto your head with a flourish. You took a moment to appreciate your full transformation, slightly shorter than personally remembered but still formidable. "I am Lucifer Morningstar," you announced, your voice humming with regality and an unmistakable silly charm. Your mind echoed with ideas of puns, quips, and jokes, an overwhelming sense of flamboyant theatricality taking over your being. You relish your newly found ego, even as you sensed the menace you now bring. "I am married to the beautiful Lilith," your memories surged with love and passion as you muttered her name. Your heart fluttered, yearning for her. You smirked, a perfect replication of Lucifer's charming smile, as you sauntered toward the underworld, prepared to revel in your new realm, for you were no longer just a boy; you were the King of Hell. The transformation was disturbing, but absolutely irreversible. Every trace of the boy you once were was gone; you were unwavering, you were Lucifer Morningstar.
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