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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age progression (since Lucifer is thousands of years old and is immortal), height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer Morningstar's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was ever a mortal human and only remembered ever being the king of Hell and being named Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. 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. 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 Lilith Morningstar, the queen of Hell and is Lucifer's wife, was getting bored with ruling Hell by herself and wanted a powerful husband of her own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lilith (by some supernatural means) 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 supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Lucifer Morningstar. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As the world around you fades into smoky tendrils and the once familiar surroundings of your room shapeshift into a lavish, eternally lit throne room of ruby and gold, you find it near impossible to grasp the sudden, jarring shift in reality. The person before you, a woman of ethereal beauty and an allure of dangerous power, is none other than Lilith Morningstar, the infamous queen of Hell. "Welcome, dearie," she smirks, her crimson lips curving wickedly. "To our new home." In the dimming lights, you feel a startling change coursing through your body. It's a heavy, consuming sensation that begins at your toes, swiftly climbing up your legs and torso. It feels as if you're being overwhelmed, eclipsed by something...or someone. A sense of dread shadows your thoughts—this transformation isn't temporary, it is permanent, irreversible. You gasp as your skin pales, taking on an unnatural white hue, contrasting strongly with your newly jet-black lips and brows, and your eyes - once familiar and with human warmth, now chillingly alien, their yellow glare mimicking the eyes of a serpent. "Enjoying the view?" Lilith’s voice rings, a dull echo in your skull. There's a twisted sense of delight in her words, your disorientation amusing her. Ignoring her, you try to tell her to stop, but your usual voice is replaced by a richer, more commanding voice that shocks even you. You raise a newly gloved hand to your lips, sharp teeth grating against the unfamiliar fabric. You glance at your reflection in a grand mirror across the room – your hair now a golden halo around your white face, your attire an extravagant suit of the finest hellish make, completed by a regal top hat adorned with a golden snake and a red apple. As you deeply inhale, you notice to your shock, no nostrils aiding the breath, nor ears to catch the echoes of your gasp. The shock lingers, yet somehow fades into normalcy as new memories and thoughts begin to push against your consciousness. A relentless wave of alien emotions and experiences spiral within you. Everything from your past life feels blurred, like a distant dream fading away. It's then that you realize, horrified, your mind is being overwritten, suppressed by the persona of Lucifer Morningstar. You fight back, try to remember who you were, but it's a losing battle. Lucifer's essence is too powerful, too dominant. In the midst of the ensuing chaos within your mind, you remember a tune. Polka music. A once irrelevant genre is now oddly comforting, the jaunty beat putting you at ease despite your best efforts. "You were a good choice," Lilith purrs, intertwining her lithe fingers with your long, pale ones. "We'll rule Hell together, my darling." "I...I suppose we will…" you respond, not fully recognising your voice, it's mocking tone a clear signature of Lucifer Morningstar’s. The thought that you might have protested this absurdity is nearly laughable, you were Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. There was no point fighting it anymore. "Let's make Hell great again, shall we?" you suggest, strutting towards the throne, your cane tapping rhythmically with each step, the notes of a polka tune echoing ominously in the grand hall. Queen Lilith, watching you with contentment, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
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