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Question: Write the POV transformation of the male human reader (a boy of 6 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.
Transfixed by the glowing screen that danced with vivid colors and voices, the six-year-old boy leaned his head on his small palms, immersed in the adventures on his favorite show, Hazbin Hotel. His innocent chocolate eyes sparkled with amazement at the enigmatic king of hell, Lucifer Morningstar. Though just a child, he thought of how cool it would be to be just like the flamboyant miscreant. Suddenly, a ripple ran through the device, and he blinked, unnerved when his normally physical, unwavering world started to shimmer. He attempted to call for help, stumbling out words as his voice dropped unnaturally low and velvety, an overriding realization tagging along: he was no longer a mere child. His sneakers expanded into intimidating black knee-high heeled boots, his shirt transforming into a white high-collar suit, the innards a blazing scarlet. His clothes aged alongside him; a white top hat descending onto his head and a golden snake wrapping around a red apple grace to his hat. His blonde hair suddenly shone brighter, tousled elegantly, radiating authority and power. His body stretched upwards with a monumental sensation, nerves extending, muscles growing, his baby fat vanishing. He was no longer the petite child who barely reached the kitchen counter, but a man of intimidating stature. His reality swirled, and instead of the comforting beige walls of his home, he found himself in an alien cityscape that seemed painted with a red ink - it was the Hazbin Hotel realm. Structures rose, a city sprawling with creatures he'd only seen on his screen came alive right before his eyes. The next stage was both terrifying and unpreventable. Memories flooded his mind - times of laughter, heartbreak, wars, lovers, and family. The boy's six years of life were swallowed whole by thousands of vivid experiences, each one rich with emotion and knowledge that belonged to none other than Lucifer Morningstar. His parents, his kindergarten, his favorite toys, all those memories were smudged to irretrievable dust, wiped clean to accommodate the newly transplanted millennia-old chronicles. He tried to resist, reached within himself towards the blurry memories of his past, attempting to call his parents. But with each second his struggle subdued, the inner voice that once sounded innocent and tender, now echoed with a jaunty cadence. Simultaneously zany and self-indulgent, easily bored, and charismatic, his personality changed. He felt an air of regality mixed with menace taking roots, ensuring nobody felt too comfortable around him. At last, yearning flooded his heart, a passionate love for a woman named Lilith. Their memories were both cheesy and intense, a love that transcended mortal concepts. The small boy was no longer there. In his place stood Lucifer Morningstar, king of hell. Pain, pleasure, power, and immortality, all of it was his forever. There was a grim sense of finality, and yet he found himself twirling his apple-topped black cane and exclaiming, "Well, isn't eternity going to be just devilishly delightful?"
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