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Question: Write the POV transformation of a mortal human reader turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults animated TV series Hazbin Hotel), complete with transgender (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age progression (becoming thousands of years old adult and being immortal), height progression, 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, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human, 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 reader turned into him), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp white 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.
Suddenly, I feel a peculiar sensation running rampant through my veins, starting from my fingertips and toes, reaching my spine, heart and mind in less than a blink. Waves of energy electrify every cell, and for an alarming moment, I reel under the onslaught, losing my grounding in the world. I'm overtaken by terrifying force that intends to alter me in every conceivable way. And not just alter - utter transformation is what looms ahead. The room around me, the world itself, begins warping and twisting, my once mundane surroundings turning into a hellscape. Colors bleed and twist. The smell of brimstone fills the air. The reality I know and understand gives in with a defeated sigh, being overridden by another world – this world, the Hazbin Hotel. My protests seem feeble, drowned under this monumental shift settling in. My body comes under upheaval. I feel a strange pull, a rearrangement of essential parts, making space for a new identity. I elongate, stretching in ways human bodies aren't supposed to, mirroring Lucifer's statuesque stature. My skin whitens, becoming pure and devoid of any humanly color. Hair color switches to a startling blonde, and the absence of ears and nostrils upon touching my face provokes a momentary shock. My lips pucker, going an inky black, while eyelids gain a purple hue. Teeth sharpen, mimicking an array of little daggers. Upon running my fingers through my messed hair, I feel the noticeable weight of a wide-brimmed white top hat. As if on an autopilot, my hand reaches out to secure the top hat better, feeling the golden snake and red apple studs. Looking down reveals impeccably assembled attire – a white high collar suit with golden buttons and red insides, white poofy pants, knee-high heeled boots, black gloves, and a bowtie. In my hand, an apple-topped black cane rests, an extension of this new persona I'm becoming. A barrage of thoughts and memories not my own flood my mind. I'm drowning in the deluge, my frail mortal defenses crumble, the tsunami of foreign knowledge and feelings leaving no room for what once constituted Me. The humor, the wit, the charisma that characterized Lucifer Morningstar take root, evicting my previous persona. I feel the edge of my mind go warm, fuzzy- a merging commences. My past, my human life, starts to wane. This is not forced upon me. It's an invitation... a temptation. I attempt to muster old memories but receive none- like they never existed. My human life never existed. I'm Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell! With no effort, puns and quips come gushing out of me. I laugh, savouring their taste on my tongue, full of haughtiness yet a jangling note infusing my speech. It feels natural, my cosmic age almost making it mandatory for such mirth. In the heat of its intensity, I remember her. Ah, Lilith! My wife, my love. I remember nights of passion, mornings of laughter, and soft wholesomeness other demons envy us of. My heart throbs at the memory, and my lips curl up in a smile. As the transformation rounds off, I realize - I'm no longer the reader. I'm Lucifer Morningstar: witty, charismatic, zany, in love and irrevocably menacing. My reign of Hell begins!
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