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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults 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, having 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.
The reality around you blurs and shifts as the transformation begins. The wardrobe, carpet, and even your joints begin to disintegrate, piece by piece. "No way," you think with an unmerited touch of hilarity, "I can't be... No, stop this!" The bliss of denial consumed you as you gaze into the mirror, almost hopeful for a second. But as your skin pales to an unnatural white, a part of you acknowledges the brutal fact. "No, where are my parents? Stop this!" You scream, the words echoing into the void. Your eyes change dramatically, intensifying into a glare so fierce it could be cut with a knife. The pupils split like the tongue of a snake, yellow irises hovering above a fiery red slit. The perfectly arched black brows grow thicker, further amplifying your sinister glare. Next, the shimmering blond hair atop your head grows out. Your childish, flushed cheeks turn bright red against your white skin, a rush of uncharacteristic vanity suddenly washing over you as your eyes, now cold and serpent-like, glance back into the mirror. "Humans, who needs them?" You mumble, your voice filled with disdain. It was something Lucifer would say, you're sure of it, but you can't help it. Your old world, your old life, are drifting from your memory, replaced instead by the vivid reminiscences of a world bathed in vice and debauchery, of Hell itself. As the clothing changes, the feeling is alien, even disgusting to the nine-year-old boy that still remains. You grimace internally as the crisp white suit, high-collared and sharp-edged, replaces your old, casual attire. Black gloves grow to cover your hands, shifting your skin into something unnatural, ghostly. Under your feet, knee-high heeled boots manifest, and you stagger, once, twice before regaining your balance. In your left pinkie, a golden ring materialises and you draw a sharp breath, "I...I don't want this." Suddenly around you, the world changes. Your bedroom dissipates into thin air, replaced by the horrifying yet somehow familiar landscape of Hell from Hazbin Hotel. "Welcome home, Lucifer," a drawling voice greets you, and you recognize it immediately. It's Lilith. Your stomach churns, not out of fear, but out of the irrepressibility of the situation. Just as dread starts to settle within your boyish heart, a final change bolts through you. Your mind starts to swirl, the memories of your human life draining away like water down a sink. In their place, come centuries worth of experiences, friendships, rivalries, and the power. Oh, the power. It felt intoxicating. "No," you stammer, "No, I don't want this!" But even as you say it, the small echo of the boy you once were is vanishing. Replaced now by a strong, suave, and devilishly charming personality of Lucifer Morningstar. You look into a mirror one more time, greeted by the sinister smile of your new form. Gone was the nine-year-old boy, the mortal human kid wiped from existence. In his place stood Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, witty, charismatic, and loved by his wife, Lilith. You proudly lift your apple-topped cane, the boy's pleas fading into oblivion. "I am Morningstar... Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell!" You announce, laughter ringing in the Hellish stony streets.
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