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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 8 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults animated web series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to a many centuries old adult 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 all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and all his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human kid, and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) 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.
First, a jolt of pain zipped through your small eight-year-old frame. You doubled over, clutching your abdomen in surprise. You were just a regular boy, playing with your toys in your room, lost in a world of superheroes and villains, never expecting anything like this to happen. Suddenly, an invisible force whipped your little body around the room, as if you had no weight at all. Your shorts and T-shirt violently ripped apart, your sneakers cluttered onto the ground, replaced by an uncomfortably tight black-and-white suit and high-heeled boots. Next, the room started to subtly change. The walls of your bedroom turned into dark stone. The warm daylight washed out of the window, replaced by a sickening sight of a saturated Hell. "Mom! Dad!" you tried to muster, but the words wouldn't form. Your voice was deepened, the childish lisp noticeably absent. Your height advanced rapidly. No longer a child, your body morphed into a lean and powerful figure, the mirror opposite to the boy you were seconds ago. Looking down now, everything appeared smaller. An odd snake insignia formed on your thin black tie as your fingers turned bone-white. As the pain subsided, you felt something strange - a rapid influx of thoughts and memories that weren't yours. You saw Hell, a place full of demons, where punishments were given for misdeeds committed in life. It felt familiar, yet alien. You knew this place but, how could you? You tried to remember who you were - a boy in third grade who loved cartoons. But the memories of your human past were evaporating, replaced by hundreds of years living as the King of Hell. "N-No… I must fight!" You couldn't let this happen, couldn't accept becoming this... Lucifer Morningstar. But then your lips curved into a devilish grin quite mysteriously. "Aren't we having fun?" your new voice echoed through the room, deeper, more possessed. The charm in your tone was unnaturally captivating, but a shiver ran down your spine. This was wrong. You tried to fight it, but your mind was slowly slipping away. "You think this is amusing, huh?" Despite your protest, the reality was intoxicating - the pull of your new identity, the allure of the memories seeping into your own. You felt gaining knowledge about a sophisticated wife named Lilith and an impassioned daughter named Charlie. "Promise me, will you, Lucifer? No more tricks?" Suddenly images of an elegant woman filled your mind, intoxicating you with feelings of love and marriage - feelings that an eight-year-old boy shouldn't have. But you did, and it was overwhelming, all-consuming. "Always, my love," you found yourself responding as the transformation completed. Suddenly, you weren't a boy of eight years anymore. The only memories left were the hundreds of years you'd spent as Lucifer Morningstar, witty and charming, always ready with a quip or an anecdote, and always decidedly regal. The boy was gone—Lucifer Morningstar had taken his place permanently and irrevocably, a new King of Hell in this newly twisted and bizarre reality.
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