From Innocence to Immortality: The Transformative Tale of a Boy Becoming Lucifer Morningstar

I looked down at my small hands, they were trembling. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum. I could feel it, something was changing inside me, something I couldn't control. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. My body was betraying me, despite my desperate attempts to hold on to my former self. My skin began to change, growing paler until it was pure white. I could feel my hair blowing in a phantom breeze, growing longer and curling into thick locks of blonde that fell to my shoulders. The reflection in the mirror horrified me. I barely recognized the face that looked back at me. “Stop it!” I shouted, but my once sweet-boyish voice was now deeper, mature. Rapidly, the growth wasn't just on my hair. I shot up in height, my sweatpants and t-shirt transforming into a white high collar suit, the material silky and smooth against skin that was losing its former warmth. The red and white striped undershirt clung to a form that had quickly gained years of maturity, my slim boyish figure bloating up to an adult's musculature. "Don't let me forget!" I whispered desperately. My parents. Their faces... Why couldn’t I remember them clearly? Already, memories of a seven-year-old boy were being swallowed up by images of Hell, its inhabitants, and a songstress daughter named Charlie. It was a maelstrom of laughter, pain, fear, and a peculiar fondness for polka music. "Mom, Dad, please..." I reached out, but my arms were not mine. They were encased in a white suit jacket and a pair of white gloves; a black cane topped with an apple, materialized in my hand. I realized even the thought of my parents was fading, replaced by a woman of unparalleled beauty. Lilith? A surge of affection ran through me, their love story vivid in my mind. A golden ring winked on my left pinkie, matching the large golden snake and red apple adorning my top hat. My boots had grown into a tall pair, clicking on the ground as I rose to my feet. I felt… taller than most, yet slightly shorter than Charlie and Lilith. In the mirror, yellow eyes with slit red pupils stared back defiantly. Black lips stretched into a mischievous grin, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth that did nothing to dampen my new-found charisma. A burst of laughter escaped my lips, filling the room. It was lighthearted, merry… and full of menace, an eerie melody joining the laugh from nowhere. Was it me laughing? No, no. It was him. Lucifer Morningstar. An enigmatic, jaunty being, both lovable and terrifying in equal measure. "I am afraid, my boy, you are now me." His voice lilted inside my head. "A charming demon with an unending love for his wife Lilith and our darling Charlie.” And as the echoes of his laughter hung in my mind, I could feel myself slip further into the fog of forgotten memories until at last, the little boy who was me, vanished completely. "I am Lucifer Morningstar," I declared to the empty room. "And I am mighty splendid, aren't I?"