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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 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 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.
One sunny afternoon, as you're playing in your room with your favorite toys, a sudden change in the atmosphere grips you. You feel an odd tingle dance through your 9-year-old form, notifying you that something strange is about to occur. "What's happening to me?" you shudder, dropping your toys as a wave of dizziness washes over you. A painful ache creeps into your legs and you fall to your knees, seeing your small, boyish hands morphing before your very eyes. You're growing, not just in height, but in age. Your skin pales to a nearly translucent white, fingers elongating into elegant digits. Your clothes begin to change too, morphing into a wholly unfamiliar, yet distinctly stylish ensembleāa white high-collar suit. You try to call for your parents, for anyone, but there's bitter silenceāno answer. "Help me!" you cry, but your young voice shifts mid-scream into a deeper, more melodious tone. You examine yourself in the mirrorāyour blonde hair has become more golden, your eyebrows darken to a heavy black. Your lips follow suit, and when you open your mouth, you're taken aback by the sight of sharp teeth. "This can't be realā¦" you gasp, feeling your ears fade while your nostrils disappear, rendering an uncanny, less human appearance. Your room transforms too, turning into a chamber that radiates opulence. The walls morph, becoming ruby red, adorned with gothic art. Plush velvet drapes spring up, replacing the friendly posters. Dark mahogany furniture replaces your kiddie ones, even as your reality begins to blur. Your memories of being a human child start to fade, making way for centuries-old reminiscences. "No! No!" you frantically fight against the escalating alien notions invading your mind, but it's futile. You're no longer in control. The sassy repertoire, the snappy comebacks, the cheesy romanceāall start to drip into your psyche like a vintage film, replacing what once was your 9-year-old existence. Your pun-loving self starts to revel in polka music, finding amusement in the silliest things. From a child, you've evolved into a jaunty showman with a daunting air of regality. "I'm Lucifer Morningstar," you declare, accepting the golden ring that appears on your pinkie finger and the wide-brimmed white top hat adorned with a golden snake and a red apple. You pick up an identical cane, feeling a sense of completeness. Gazing at your new form in the mirror, you're shorter than expected but still towering over most others. You step out into the hall of the Hellās grand palace, acknowledged by citizens with a deference you never commanded as a boy. Suddenly, you're embraced by a beautiful woman that you instantly knowāLilith, your wife. "Welcome back, darling," she coos, planting a passionate kiss on your black lips. Your heart swells as you return her affection; it's oddly familiar. You're no longer a child, but a kingāLucifer Morningstar, the ruler of Hell. This reality, it seems, is irreversible. Somehow, it doesn't bother you any more. After all, who could resist the charm and power of the king of Hell? In the end, you have fully embraced this new absurd existence, with no memory of the boy you had ever beenāindulging in the immortal, mad world of Hazbin Hotel.
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