From Boy to Hell's King: The Transformation of a Young Reader into Lucifer Morningstar

One afternoon, the young boy, innocent and free-spirited, was completely absorbed in his favorite animated series, Hazbin Hotel. His heart was always drawn to Lucifer Morningstar's character - the king of hell and charismatic showman, albeit with an air of macabre allure. Suddenly, an inexorable power began to pull. As if he were sucked into the holographic world of his own television screen, the boy found his reality shifting violently. The room began to dissolve as walls changed to portray a landscape of agonizing beauty; he was now standing in the heart of the underworld, the dominion of Lucifer Morningstar himself. “You asked for a magical adventure, my boy. Time to deliver. Hell isn't as bad as it's painted, you know. Come take a look,” a disembodied voice echoed, matching Lucifer's amused baritone. It began with his clothes. His small body, adorned simply in a T-shirt and worn-out shorts, shimmered magically. His clothes morphed into a high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, black gloves, a bowtie, and a striped red undershirt. A white top hat, crown-like with a golden snake, red apple detail, and golden spikes, appeared on his head. Around his left pinkie, a ring materialized. Finally, a black cane topped by an apple materialized in his hand. Next was his physical transformation. He felt a peculiar sensation - growth. His body reshaped, bulking outwards and upwards. His skin shifted from a gentle tan to an eerie, pure white. His black hair lightened, changing into blonde, with thick black eyebrows taking place above his morphing eyes. His blues eyes turned yellow, the pupils narrowing into slits, mimicking a snake's gaze. His lips darkened to pitch black, and sharp teeth replaced his child-like ones. His ears and nostrils disappeared, giving him a less human appearance. Suddenly, the boy felt an unholy wave crash into him - centuries' worth of memories, thoughts, and personality traits. Warm memories of his parents, his home, even his own name started to fade away, being replaced by Lucifer Morningstar's memories and personality. Knowledge of infernal negotiations, orchestration of revenge, the love he had for his wife Lilith, the unmistakable bodily desire for polka music, everything rushed in. “No, wait!” the boy cried, trying to reach his parents. But his new persona was overpowering him, drowning him in an ocean of newfound memories. "Ah, lad, upheaval is a part of life," Lucifer's voice echoed in his mind, cool and dismissive. "Or rather, my life, as it were." Despite his attempts to fight off these changes, his thoughts melded with Lucifer's. Soon, there was no line where the boy ended and Lucifer began. Age was just a number at this point; he had become Lucifer in all his glory. The silly boy was no more, only a menacing but charismatic king remained. The memory of his human life had disappeared into oblivion. All that was left was Lucifer Morningstar, complete with all his quirks, his regal charm, and the darkness that came with the mantle of the king of hell. He wasn't the ten-year-old boy from earth anymore. His was a life meant for the infinite stretch of hell's eternity. Already, he could feel a sense of pride pricking at his ego, and a peculiar sense of satisfaction at the startled faces of the demons who were now his subjects. "All good things in due time," he chuckled to himself, a devilish grin on his face. All hints of the boy had vanished. Only Lucifer Morningstar remained.