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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the animated web series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to many centuries old and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), reality change (the reader's real world becoming 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 the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, no memories of being a mortal human kid, and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent 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.
You found it strange, a primal queer excitement tingling at the edge of your skin. The lines blurred between your reality and the animated world of Hazbin Hotel that spun on your TV screen. With a shudder, an invisible force buckles within you - initial moments passed, you felt a sort of ‘stretch’, bizarre, as though being pulled from the top. Your clothes, a blue t-shirt and shorts, metamorphosed into a crisp white high collar suit; your bare feet encased themselves in knee-high boots, a pair of black gloves, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes completes the outfit. "Mom? Dad?" You called out, fear crept into your voice as the pictures on the wall started to morph. They were now paintings of the various corners of hell, some appeared to be family portraits - a tall woman with an angelic allure and a smiling little girl donning a funnies cap, standing next to the man you're turning into. Yet, your voice sounded foreign. You reach up to touch your face, no ears, no nostrils. Your fingers brush lightly over your lips, they felt cold, rubbery, an unnerving contrast to the soft warmth you remembered. "No, no, this isn't real...it can't be," you mumbled, full of denial, your teeth scraping over your suddenly sharp canines, fingers tugging blonde locks that hung over your fearful eyes. The eyes themselves had became yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. You felt your youth, your innocence slowly being devoured, replaced with age and world-weariness of many centuries. Your height had nearly tripled, towering you above most mortal children. The room altered around you, turning into a lavish penthouse, the colors scrambled into unfamiliar palettes. The screaming peaks of Hell; the regal, perverse glory of Hazbin Hotel swallowed you whole. You wanted to remember being a boy of 7, helpless and small. But those memories became more foreign with each passing heartbeat. "Stop! Please!" You begged, but only laughter echoed back. Lucifer’s memories were not just seeping in – they were storming, like an unyielding river, breaking the dams of your resilience. Every attempt to keep them at bay seemed petty and laughable, for this was no minor flood, but a tsunami. With every wave of memories, your past life drowned, you lose the feel of your mother’s touch, the sound of your father’s voice. With a gasp, your mind's resistance halted, giving in to the onslaught. Your palms clenched around a snake decorated cane, matching your hat. On your left pinkie, a heavy gold ring glimmered in the light, a symbol of wealth, power and the name– Lucifer Morningstar. A breath, deeper than before puffed out from your black lips, carrying the familiar song of madness and power, "Welcome to Hazbin Hotel, yours truly, Lucifer Morningstar at your delightful service!" Your voice echoed through the vast void of your mind, wrecking the final shards of your innocence. A new reality dawned upon you, one where you were no longer just a boy, but a menacing king, the husband to Lilith, a father to Charlie. It was an enchanting world of polka music, passion and endless power. Is it a curse, or a privilege? You wondered. But there's no time to ponder on that; you had to prepare for another delightful day in the chaotic reign of hell!
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