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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 10 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 the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and 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 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.
As you lift your head from the comic book you've been absorbed in, a sense of disorientation crawls up your spine, jarring your nerves like ice. As a 10-year-old boy, sudden changes aren't welcomed but you feel a cold wave spreading through your limbs, morphing your youth away. "M-Mom?" You stammer, your voice pitch fluctuating, deepening with the passing seconds. Unseen fingers seem to tug at your skin, your bones extending, growing, stretching you till the ceiling seemed less daunting. Your clothes feel tight, restricting, and then they change too, dissolving into a white high collar suit, a black bow tie, striped red undershirt, knee-high heeled boots and black gloves. Even as your mind screamed, demanding answers, your body surged with power, ancient and potent, age seeping into you till you felt centuries old. Your world warped around you, the comfort of your home dissolving into the monstrous reality of the Hazbin Hotel, seeping into your existence. Your efforts to ground yourself in old memories were scrapped apart, new ones filling up the void with demonic orchestra and debonair grace. "No.." You whispered, your normality slipping away, retreating under the cascade of vivid memories. Immortal laughter bubbled inside you, a king's command echoing in the abyss of your mind plotting your transformation into Lucifer Morningstar. "What's...happening to me?" You glance at a nearby mirror and blink at the figure reflected back. White skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips, sharp teeth and mesmerizing eyes with snake-like pupils looking back. You open your mouth but instead of a shriek, you laugh. A deep, dramatic, opera-esque chuckle. "Lucy? Is that you?" The voice is melodic, and it draws you toward a slender figure. Lilith Morningstar, your wife, looking at you with familiar lustrous eyes. "Darling, I was a 10-year-old lad who enjoyed Hazbin Hotel comics, what happened?" You choke out the words, a last fight for your lost memories, but the fight was already lost. Your words, your demeanor - they were Lucifer's. She smiled. "Well, I do prefer the snappy-suited comic book king of hell version of you!" Laughter echoes and reality stamps its foot. In this new world, you were Lucifer Morningstar: self-indulgent showman, infamous king of hell, zany being with a sharp wit, and a heart bound in immortal love to Lilith. The boy you were was a forgotten whisper, buried under a torrent of new, thrilling, immortal memories. With each passing moment, you settle into his skin, your struggles ceasing. You are Lucifer Morningstar, fearfully magnificent and elegantly devilish to the core, a humorous yet menacing ruler of the underworld. And this was an irreversible transformation, complete with its perks. As you twirl the apple-topped cane between your fingers, a smile breaks on your face, spreading the thin black lips. "It's time for the show to begin," you murmur, and your mellifluous voice resonates with the echoes of eternity.
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