From Innocence to Inferno: The Immortal Transformation of a Boy into Lucifer Morningstar in the Hazbin Hotel Realm

It all began with a stirring in your chest. It felt like a burning sensation, so hot it was cold. The sensation moved through your body, spreading outwards into your limbs. Initially, you assumed you were just sick, maybe with a fever. But when you looked at your hands, child-like and small as they were, they seemed to darken in color, getting paler, paler, until they were pure white. You blinked, tears in your eyes, and when you reopened them, you weren't in your room anymore. Or at least, it didn't look like your room. The walls were draped in rich red velvet, with grandiose furniture appearing seemingly out of nowhere. The toy cars and kid-friendly wallpapers were fading slowly, replaced by ghoulish images and statues, like something out of a twisted fairytale. But what was worse, was the mirror. With growing terror, you spotted your reflection. Only that wasn't you. It never was you. You were... an eleven-year-old boy, not this... man standing before you. The reflection was tall, powdered white skin gleaming under the dim light of what now looked like a grand palace. Golden locks of hair cascaded down to his nape, framing a face where razor-sharp teeth grinned back at him. Black lips turned to a grin so devilish it made you feel febrile. Despite the panic threatening to overwhelm you, fascination took hold. You looked at the mirror again, and this time, you wore-radiant clothes less fitting for a boy and more appropriate for a king of... well, Hell. You were fitted in a white high collar suit, complete with a pair of knee-high heeled boots, black gloves and a sweeping cape. A large white hat adorned with a golden snake and a red apple rested upon your head, giving you every bit the look of a king. Suddenly, there was a rush of memories flooding in, but they weren't yours...or were they? In your mind's eye, you saw a sea of demonic faces, a grand palace that made your new surroundings look like child's play, a blonde heads falling onto your lap, a voice whispering 'Luci,' 'husband,' and 'king.' You opened your mouth to yell, for help, for your parents, for anyone who could pull you out of this nightmare. But the words morphed into a laugh instead, deep and booming, echoing around the room. A cascade of quick-fire jokes and tongue-in-cheek puns, snaking their way out of your lips. In the midst of the change, you fought for the remnants of yourself, against this... Lucifer Morningstar. You called for your parents, but your plea came out as an order for unseen demons. Slowly, your memories of being an eleven-year-old boy dissipated, replaced with century-old, immortal memories. "As if getting older wasn't hard enough," you heard your new voice say, accepting the transformation with the mixture of dread, thrill and acceptance. It was then you realized, you were no longer the boy of 11 years old. You were Lucifer Morningstar, king of Hell, forever. There was no going back, no escaping what you had become, only the acceptance of your new reality. With a final glance in the mirror, your new life echoing back at you with a devilish smirk, you felt a strange tightness around you. It was then, despite of your best failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes, you accepted your new form with a sardonic smile on your black lips, eager to rule the new world you were plunged into.