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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 8 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 many centuries old 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.
The day started ordinarily enough for our eight-year-old protagonist. His eyes scanned the brightly colored pages of his favorite comic book, the wacky yet ominous world of Hazbin Hotel. Suddenly, his perception wavered as the room around him started distorting. He barely had the chance to voice his surprise when his world shimmered and shifted, and he found himself swallowed by the comic's pages. His body tingled with an unusual sensation, as if it was stretching, pulling at the seams. "M-Mom! Dad!" he cried, but his voice echoed in an empty void. Panic rushed through him as his feet started lengthening, thinning out. His once child-like body was hardening, muscles intertwining and firming, growing taller. His gaze fell upon his suddenly white hands, slender fingers topped with sharp nails. A gasp left his lips, now blackened and filled with fangs. His frame expanded, soon looking down at the world from a new, adult height. Struggling to remember, he grit his teeth, calling out again. But it became challenging to remember his parents' faces, his life. His mind filled with centuries of memories - of Hell, of ruling it, of demons and denizens, of being something he knew was far from human. His clothes shifted next, a simple tee and shorts transforming into a white high collar suit, complete with black knee-high heeled boots and gloves. His figure adorned by a black bowtie, a red undershirt with white stripes complementing his vibrant look. His hair elongated, falling onto his black eyebrows and framing his face, taking a startling blonde hue. A hat appeared, white and wide-brimmed, adorned with a golden snake, a red apple and spikes reminiscent of a crown. A ring found its way onto his left pinkie, and he found an apple-topped black cane in his grasp. His eyes glanced down at his reflection in a nearby puddle. Red slitted pupils stared back at him, matched by his new skin, white and distinctly unnatural. His mind was not his own anymore. His thoughts were filled with jokes, quips, and most surprisingly, polka music. He felt a regality and menace rise within him, simultaneously with a goofy charm he never knew he could possess. The memories flooded him - of living for centuries, of his wife, Lilith Morningstar, of his passionate cheesy love for her. His heart ached with a specific longing for her, a passion that felt both alien and unnaturally familiar. "No...I must fight this!" he roared, but his resistance was futile. He was no longer the scared eight-year-old boy, but Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. "You're always the punchline, Morningstar," his voice echoed in the empty alley. His laughter filled the air, awfully cheerful for someone who'd just been transformed. "Welcome, home, darling," Lilith's voice echoed in his ears, a twisted reminder of his newfound reality. He was no longer a human child. This was his new world, his new reality, where he ruled Hell with a cane and a laugh. No meager human struggles, no yearning for his parents, could combat the powerful, regal, and mischievous aura of Lucifer Morningstar. After all, he was no longer an observer of these devilish tales but the main character of his own living, breathing reality with a mind and memories that once used to be someone else's.
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