"Finally my own brother!" squealed Lucifer Morningstar as he embraced his new clone. "I'm not your brother!" shouted the reader, trying to push Lucifer away. "Yes you are," insisted Lucifer Mornings

As a mortal and ardent admirer of the animated series, Hazbin Hotel, you always enjoyed imagining yourself as part of that fascinating, supernatural world. Little did you realize, the dapper and flamboyant ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar, was about to make your dreams - or would it be nightmares? - a reality. Walking home from work one evening, you saw the world around you blur and swirl before you unsteadily went unconscious. When you awoke, you found yourself in the plush, ornate chambers of Hell's ruling monarch, the most recognized face of Hazbin Hotel. And standing before you was the infamous figure himself: Lucifer Morningstar. "Hello, mortal, I hope you're comfortably confused," said Lucifer, sipping an oversized martini. "I require a bit of amusement, you see. And you, my dear, will provide it." With a dramatic snap of his fingers, your heart raced in your chest. A rush of energy exploded through your consciousness, rewriting neurons and reconfiguring the very essence of your being. As the transformation advanced, it was as if you were drowning in a deluge of new memories and a foreign self-awareness. The very outline of your body shifted and contorted. Your skin began to bleach into a porcelain shade of white. Your hair lightening to a golden blonde, as your eyes burned red and the world became a concoction of colors you had never seen before. Yet, as you tried to descend into panic, a different feeling came over you. You felt the overwhelming urge to jest, to cry out a pun or play a prank. No matter how desperately you clung to your humanity, the essence of Lucifer was assertive, affixing his persona and thoughts into your psyche. Laughter bubbled up your throat in a way you didn't recognize but somehow felt right. Examining your hands, you found a regal ring on your left pinkie, one that seemed to rival the sun in its golden brilliance. Your clothes changed into a high-collared while suit fitting of Lucifer’s style and you felt taller, yet aware that you were still shorter than Lilith or Charlie. The alarming realization of becoming the clone of Lucifer was oddly becoming amusing to you. A glance in a mirror startled you – you were an exact replica, down to the purple eyelids, menacing concentration, and delightful charm of Lucifer Morningstar. The man you feared and adored in Hazbin Hotel was now your reflection. "But...my old life, my..." you began, but the memories of your human self felt alien, as if you were trying to recall a stranger’s story. Lucifer, now possessing your new mindset entirely, welcomed himself – you – with open arms. "Ahhh, I always did want a twin," he chuckled, his yellow eyes gleaming with excitement. "A little disconcerting perhaps but, in time, you'll thank me!" As you silently contemplated your fate, you heard a polka tune play in the distance. It provoked a jolt of excitement in the core of your new person. You recognized it, not as owing to the human you were but the Hell’s ruler you’d become. You found comfort in these new thoughts, inimitably Lucifer-ish. In accepting the form and thoughts of the Devil, humanity had become a faded memory, almost as if you were always Lucifer to begin with. And despite everything, you found yourself strangely content in this new reality. After all, what could be better than ruling Hell with the most beloved character of Hazbin Hotel? Finally, looking at your new self, one last time, in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile, your eyes gleaming with mischief and a strange sense of fulfillment.