From Innocence to Inferno: The Transformation of a Young Reader into Lucifer Morningstar

One day, you were just this ordinary six-year-old boy. You played with your toys, giggled at the cartoons on TV, and never missed the chase with your friends. You'd call for your parents whenever you got hurt, or when you couldn't open the cookie jar. But then, the world around you began to shift and warp. Your tidy, colorful room with toy cars and action figures began to darken and morph. The blue walls turned into a gloomy grey, the plush carpet surfaced into a cold, uninviting stone floor. Glancing around, you were bewildered. "Mom? Dad?" you called out, but there was an eerie silence. Your confusion turned into fear. What was happening? Why couldn't you hear your parents' comforting voices? Suddenly your clothes changed. Your Spiderman pyjamas morphed into a pristine white, high collar suit. It felt too formal, too perfect for a six-year-old. Your small, chubby fingers matured into slender, powerful hands, gloved in black. You felt different, older. Your height started to progress from a mere four feet to a towering presence of six feet or more. Bit by bit, you matured, morphing from a child into an adult. You were starting to feel hours, days, centuries pass by in a matter of minutes. Time was becoming a mere illusion. Was this a dream? A nightmare? "Help!" you wept, but no comforting words replied to you. Your thoughts muddled, like a foggy mirror refusing to clear. Strangest of all, you began to see memories that were not your own, recalling long-forgotten tales of a timeless existence. The six years of your human life began to fade, replaced by ancient memories of power and regality. Despite your best attempts to hold onto your humanity, you started to forget. Highlights of your birthday party, your first and only trophy from soccer. The loving memories with your family began to blur into obscurity, as a king's reign resurfaced in your mind. You had become Lucifer Morningstar, The King of Hell, Eternal and Immortal. You looked down at your new form, now sporting a wide-brimmed white top hat adorned with a golden snake and red apple. In your hand, a black cane with a matching apple top. Your skin was pure white, your hair a golden blonde. And then, you looked at your reflection, only to see eyes staring back which aren't your own. They were yellow with red slit pupils, like a snake. Your mind was teeming with Lucifer's memories and personality, a stark contrast to the simplistic outlook of a six-year-old boy you had been. You smirked, sensing the whim in the air, the strangeness in your blood. You were charismatic and yet felt menacing, jaunty and self-indulgent. By then, the transformation was complete. You caught sight of a familiar figure making your heart flutter for reasons you hadn't known before. A woman draped in elegance, pulling at a newly awakened desire in you. Who else could it be than Lilith, your wife. "Darling," she purred, her voice filled with a decade of love. And to that, your memory gave a resounding 'yes'. "Lilith," you drawled out, finding your voice as rich and smooth as you could ever remember. You, Lucifer Morningstar, The King of Hell, had returned. And strangely enough, you did not even remember being a mere mortal human kid. You felt like you had always been Lucifer, and not remembering any other life made it somehow natural. It was a transformation so profound and deep that you could not resist it, neither did you want to.