From Innocence to Immortality: The Transformation of a Boy into Lucifer Morningstar

It starts with a tingle, a strange sensation skittering across your skin. You feel small, your body that of a child. You're barely over four feet tall, the world sprawling out before you in daunting proportion. As you stand in front of the mirror, apprehensive yet curious, something stirs deep within. The silent room vibrates with an unknown energy. It pulses, growing strong, filling the air and wrapping you in its warm grip. The first change comes subtly - your skin begins to pale, as if losing its color to become as white as paper. Fascinated, you let your fingers brush against this new ivory surface. Your eyes shift next. You blink, and suddenly, the room looks different. You raise a hand to your face, feeling the altered texture of your eyes. They are yellow now, with reptilian slits for pupils. Your gaze flicks to the mirror, and you almost startle at the alien creature staring back at you. An itch at your scalp draws your attention next. It's as if thousands of tiny spiders are crawling across your skull. You crane your neck, trying to glance at your reflection. Hair, once a nondescript brown, has transformed into solid gold. It falls to your shoulders, curled and styled to perfection. Just as you absorb this, another wave of change crashes over you. You feel your bones stretching, muscles expanding and twisting as you shoot up in height. It's an odd sensation, like when your foot falls asleep and wakes up, tingling and prickling. Little by little, your body morphs, sizing itself up until you are no longer the small boy you used to be. In mere minutes, you appear as an adult standing at roughly six feet tall, yet you are aware of a sense of age, centuries upon centuries worth that beat steadily in your chest. Dressed only in your modest pajamas, there's a twitch at your collarbone. Before your eyes, clothing shimmers into existence. A high-collared white suit wraps itself around your figure, followed by a pair of knee-high heeled boots. A black bowtie tangles itself neatly at your throat, contrasting sharply with a red and white striped undershirt. Accenting your newfound countenance, a wide-brimmed white top hat appears on your head, adorned with a golden snake and red apple. Just as you tilt it to a perfect angle, a golden ring slides onto your left pinkie. The change is nearly complete. As the influence washes over your mind, your consciousness blinks out for a moment. When it resurfaces, it is not you, but Lucifer Morningstar who blinks back his surprise, quick-witted and perpetually sardonic. Your old memories, the life you led as a human boy, are gone, replaced by centuries of existence as the infamous devil mired in light-hearted chaos and sharp-witted humor. Images of a life filled with endless fun, punctuated by moments of regality and occasional menace, flicker past your new mind's eye. The deep love you hold for your wife Lilith surfaces, a warm ember glowing in the sea of riotous hilarity and music, especially polka. Laughing at the absurdity yet accepting the reality of the situation, you twirl the apple-topped black cane in your hand, executing a perfectly timed pivot. You are Lucifer Morningstar, Devil-May-Care Prince of Hell, jaunty and self-indulgent, centuries old but still thoroughly enjoying the punchline.