From Innocence to Immortality: The Transformation of a Reader into Lucifer Morningstar in the Enchanted World of Hazbin Hotel

As the sun began to set, the seemingly ordinary ten-year-old boy slowly felt a strange sensation washing over him. It wasn't a feeling he could define, a whirlpool of confusion and fear. His heart pounded, adrenaline increasing as his body began to change, stretching and growing at an alarming rate. His childish features gradually molded into more mature ones as he aged far beyond his years, gradually transforming into an adult. An arduous process of metamorphosis began as the boy was left heaving from the sudden acceleration of life flow. Unable to comprehend what was happening, he tried to call for his parents, a cry lost in his throat as it deepened drastically. His pleas vibrated the air with a tenor voice, rich and powerful, different from the timid squeak that used to be his. Reality seemed to flux around him, transforming his familiar surroundings into an alien, yet viscerally familiar world, a world that resembled a coloured version of hell from his comic books. It was a world where sinners resided after death - Hazbin Hotel. His mind was not unscathed in this sudden turmoil. His thoughts seemed to shuffle, changing beyond his control. Everyday memories of school and friends were replaced with recollections of regal grandeur, selfish indulgence and an eternity of life. His cheerful innocence gradually eroded, replaced by a lively charm that was lined with underlying menace. His sense of humour morphed, becoming a series of witty remarks, filled with puns. He shivered, trying to fight the intrusion, but it was in vain. The more the boy struggled to remember his past, the more his mind flooded with another's memories. Soon he was not a boy anymore. He was Lucifer Morningstar. His skin was pure white, a stark contrast to his striking blonde hair and thick black eyebrows. His facial features lacked the human touch - no visible ears or nostrils. His eyes had become hauntingly enchanting, yellow with red slit pupils, snake-like. His lips, painted black, concealed a mouth full of sharp teeth. An involuntary smirk spread across them, looking utterly out of place on the face that'd once known only innocent joy. For a moment, he glanced at his reflection noticing the painted red cheeks and purple eyelids. He was no longer familiar height but taller, yet still shorter than his wife Lilith and daughter Charlie. Adjusting his white high collar suit, he strutted around in knee-high, heeled boots. His hands slid effortlessly into black gloves and then adjusted a black bowtie. Underneath his suit was a red undershirt with white stripes. In his hand was a cane, the top mirroring his hat, where an apple rested on a snake over golden spikes. On his left pinkie was a golden ring. A wide-brimmed white top hat rested on his golden locks, adding to his eccentricity. Feeling the beat of polka music in his ears, he realised how much he loved the genre, adored it. He swayed with exaggerated merriment he had never known before, all the while giving off an air of regal dominance. He was Lucifer Morningstar, a being both feared and adored. The memory of his wife Lilith pieced together, a feeling of profound love and passion surging within him. A sigh escaped his lips, a glint of fondness in his eyes. To the world, they were passionate, cheesy lovers, to him, simply everything. "Ah, eternity!" Lucifer exclaimed, fishing an apple from his cane as he began to get comfortable in his zany skin. His eyes flashed dangerously, the last shred of the boy finally disappearing, "What a splendid, never-ending dance!" As he said that, a definite truth hung in the air: the boy was no more, Lucifer Morningstar had taken over. The memories of the boy were blurred beyond recognition, replaced by a powerful, dangerous, and loving persona. This was his reality now. Only remembering being Lucifer Morningstar, remembering his undying love for his wife and his life embedded in Hell. And he was here to stay.