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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 9 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.
Your surroundings blur into streams of color as an intense sensation washes over you. A rush, like every molecule in your body is vibrating. The clothes on your back feel weightless, your sneakers replaced with the feeling of plush leather covering your feet. Glancing down, you notice your once baggy short pants have stretched, lengthened, transformed into suit pants. A crisp white collar emerges from your shifting shirt, a suit to match. From the corners of your sight, you see the material of gloves crawling up to your forearms. Suddenly, everything feels enormous - the chair that you sat in comfortably only moment ago towers over you. But as the seconds pass, the world regains its usual proportion. Only then you realize, you're taller now - your legs long, your body lean. Your mind reels, the once familiar thoughts dissipate, swirling into a fog that grows thicker with each heartbeat. A terrifying wave of unfamiliarity washes over you, submerging your consciousness in a turbulent sea. You try to fight it, reaching out for your parents, for help, but the sea is relentless, eroding away the boy that was, replacing it with an entity of infinite age and timelessness. Memories of life as an earthly child start blurring, the world as you knew it begins to distort. It's as if a painter is casting broad strokes over your reality. The plush living room, the chatty television, they all fade into a macabre symphony of fire and brimstone. A symphony you somehow find intriguing rather than disturbing. You struggle to ward off the alien thoughts crowding your mind, to hold on to your identity, your humanity. But the tide is too strong and you find yourself succumbing, your heart racing against an eventual end. Your sight clouded previously, is now a clear yellow with slitted red pupils. You notice a peculiar top hat with a golden snake and red apple spiralled atop golden spikes stubbornly parked on your head. A smile, sharp and black-lipped, spreads over your face as you glance at the golden ring on your left pinkie. You laugh out loud, the sound rich and deep, echoing through the realm as though asserting a claim, marking a presence. Pure white skin, blonde hair, black brows. Your reflection is now one of someone entirely different – Lucifer Morningstar. A love song, an old tune plays at the back of your mind. A face - Lilith - dances along to the melody. Your chest tightens as the emotion sweeps you - love, warmth, passion. It dawns on you - She's your wife. You laugh again. "Oh, Lili. Just wait till' I've got my groove back." In the distance, a familiar tune is playing - a polka. An involuntary foot-tap gives away your delight. "MY SONG!" You cry joyously, twirling the black cane that appeared in your hand. A layer of discomfort settles under your skin - 'Where did my old self go?' Slowly, the worry recedes, replaced by an overwhelming certainty - an almost cruel comfort. You were always meant to be this. You are Lucifer Morningstar.
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