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Question: Write the POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults animated 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 with golden buttons and red insides (that reaches the backs of his knees), white poofy pants, a pair of black 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.
The warmth of the afternoon sun slipping through the curtains was interrupted when a peculiar sensation began to prick at my young skin. The air wavered around me, taste of nothingness hung in the air, and an uncanny shift tugged at the very edge of my being. I had barely crossed the threshold of my seventh birthday but something was compelling me towards an inevitability that felt... inescapable. "What's happening? Why do I feel so strange?" I yelled, rushing towards my mom in the kitchen, hoping for some consolation. I struggled to glimpse upwards, the world seemed to stretch away unnaturally. My juvenile voice echoed distantly, even my pleas to my parents were ignored as if I was shouting into the void. A consuming dread tugged at me, my reflection in the hallway mirror was morphing, my cherubic features contorting. "Mom, Dad, help!" I cried desperately, but my words fell on deaf ears, the world around me warping, reality slipping through my fingers like sand. Agonizing waves of transformation battered me. I could feel myself aging, not just years but centuries, millennia, the span of a human life stretched across countless eons. My clothes, my favorite Spiderman shirt, replaced with a crisp white suit tailored with a precision that was eerily otherworldly. I stole another glance at the mirror – my face was older, a grotesque parody of adulthood. The world was growing, or was I growing? My juvenile size was being replaced with an imposing stature. My surroundings grew dimmer, reds and purples bled into reality, the familiar replaced with ethereal decadence. Most terrifying of all was the alien thoughts that had begun to permeate my mindscape, intrusive and insistent, memories that weren't mine, a chronicle of experiences I had never lived. A constant struggle began, a silent tug of war to retain my identity, my human memories replaced with demonic charisma, quips, endless realms of knowledge. I remembered a wife, Lilith, our twisted love story playing at the edges of my mind. My pleas for help turned into laughter, my fear replaced with amusement. "Oh, what a delightful twist of events," I chuckled, the sound rich with age. I ran long fingers through my now blonde hair, marveling at the cold sharpness of my teeth, the snake-like pupils reflected back at me. "Well, how about that? I'm Lucifer Morningstar," I mused, the words rolling off my tongue with surprising ease as if they had always belonged there. Lowering my gaze, I admired the golden ring on my pinkie, the menacing black cane that had appeared in my hand, the white top hat perched perfectly on my head. The world around me had shifted, reality warped into a vibrant version of hell – welcome to Hazbin Hotel. Suddenly all the struggle felt pointless, the memories of a human boy of 7 slipping away, replaced by songs of polka music, joyous laughter, and ageless wisdom. Lucifer Morningstar was here to stay, and with a laugh that echoed through the twisted reality, I was ready for the show to begin.
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