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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 TV series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to thousands of years old adult and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), reality/world change (the reader's real world warping and turning into 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.
A warm sunlight filtered through your bedroom window, the clattering noise of Saturday morning activities drifted up from the kitchen. You, a nine-year-old boy, were busily thumbing through your newest comic book when an odd sensation swept over you. An inexplicable tingle, like tiny electrical shocks quivered through your veins, the world around you began to blur and twirl, distorting like a melted painting. "Mom, Dad!" you attempted to call, but to no avail. Your voice echoed hollowly back to you, swallowed by an inky abyss trailing you. Your clothes felt tight and prickly, transforming into a crisp, white high collar suit, knee-high heeled boots, and a pair of black gloves. A wide-brimmed white hat adorned your head, feeling remarkably heavy, with a golden snake twined around a red apple at its crest. Almost simultaneously, your body elongated, limbs extending with an energy you neither understood nor controlled. You felt yourself maturing, muscles filling out, your stature adopting a proud posture, the frailness of your boyhood was gone, replaced with a presence that commanded attention, fear, and respect. Finally, the confusion of your childhood bedroom dissolved into a decadently decorated throne room. Was this some twisted dream? Despite your struggles, you found no resistance between your child psyche and this unnatural transformation. "What's happening?" Your own voice echoed back, raspy and deep, unnerving you. The mirror reflects someone unfamiliar; under the pale moonlight skin, the sparks of yellow and red glowed menacingly in sharp slit eyes. The blackened lips curled into a malicious smile, revealing sharp teeth. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, accepting the absurdity of your transformation into Lucifer Morningstar. "Quite the change, isn't it?" Your own voice echoed in the spacious quarters, humor interlaced with each syllable. You had become Lucifer Morningstar, your previous life a distant, hazy recollection. Fear and denial had been replaced by an insurmountable confidence and an aching nostalgia for memories of ruling Hell, quips at unfortunate souls' expense, and interactions with various demons. Thoughts flickered in your mind about your beloved wife, Lilith, and your sarcastic bond with her. Everything was coming together at once, and it almost made your head spin. But it was better than before, right? "Apparently, I can wear anything casually, even in the underworld," you mused flipping the tails of your suit and leaning onto the apple-topped cane. The air seemed to thrum with your words, an audience of one in this grand echo chamber. Your fingers slid toward the golden ring on your pinky, spinning it idly. Your laughter echoed through the room, a pulsating rhythm of polka music played in the back of your mind. This was your life now, better get used to it. The memories of being a mortal human kid? Completely lost in the oblivion of your transformation. All that was left now was to fulfill your role as the King of Hell, and that was an offer even a nine-year-old boy lost in translation to a demon couldn't refuse.
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