"Finally, my daughter has seen reason." Lucifer Morningstar said with a sneer as he watched his daughter talk to Charlie. "I mean, it's not like we're all going to become evil or anything." Charlie

You and your friend/sibling were suddenly pulled into an unfamiliar world, blinking against the sudden neon glow that coated what looked like a dingy cityscape. Both of you glanced around as alarm bells rang in your mind. The surroundings resembled a brightly colored backdrop from a nightmarish cartoon show, brimming with leering faces and glowing eyes in dark corners. "You seem lost, darlings," you jumped at the voice, turning to face the speaker. The figure was bizarrely outlandish, decked in a white high-collared suit and wide-brimmed top hat, his golden eyes held a wicked gleam. A faint shiver traveled down your spine as you realized - this was Lucifer Morningstar, ruling sovereign of Hell and protagonist of the Hazbin Hotel series. "I've decided," the devil continued, the grin on his face widening till it seemed to split his face in two, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. "This place could use some more... flair." Suddenly, you felt a wave of vertigo hit you. The world spun, blurring around the edges as you clutched at your chest, feeling your body shift and grow beneath your hands. Your friend/sibling gasped, reaching out to catch you but doubling over as they, too, felt the wave of transformation hit them. Your clothes rippled and tore, white cloth pushing through your now pale skin. The fabric of your jeans stretched, forming into a pair of knee-high heeled boots. A black bowtie sprouted at your throat, underneath the ruffles of a red undershirt. As you frantically reached a hand to your face, your lips felt rubbery and strange - you knew without a mirror they were black now, terrifyingly identical to Lucifer's. Your hair began to bleach itself, turning a brilliant shade of golden blond. Panicking, you both resisted, trying without success to muster your will and pull back against this seemingly unstoppable force. With every passing moment, your memories started to warp. Outgoing soccer games, riding bikes, all those endless board game nights - everything familiar was swallowed by the imposing recollection of ruling Hell, of living for centuries, of dancing and laughing amidst the flames. Your fight felt futile against the tide of unrelenting change. Closing your eyes, childhood favourites, and your first day at school faded away, replaced with twisted memories of ruling Hell, of fighting rebellion, of eternal life. "Stop!" you heard your friend/sibling scream out, their words warped by a male distorted voice, echoing Lucifer. You reached out only to see them donning a top hat, their skin a pure unnatural white, golden ring glinting on their left pinkie finger. "Stop resisting, darlings," Lucifer's voice was a purr in your ear. "It'll be easier that way." So you did. You allowed his personality to take over. You ceased your struggle, emitting a sigh as you finally accepted your new existence. Witty phrases, cheesy love-related puns and an indomitable love for polka music danced at the edge of your consciousness. Your friend/sibling stood up straight, their own transformation coming to an end, their eyes meeting yours with an unreadable expression. As you locked gazes, an inexplicable feeling of menace washed over you, followed by a mutual understanding. Standing tall and proud, you both moved in sync, adjusting your new form and picking up your apple-topped black canes. Turns out, you and your friend/sibling were never normal humans. You were Lucifer Morningstar all along. After all, what's better than one king of Hell? Two. Or perhaps, three is even better, as Lucifer let out a cackle, disappearing into the neon haze of the cityscape. The city of Hell greeted its new leaders with howls and screeches, a cacophony that strummed along with the echoes of polka music and laughter ringing in your ears.