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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age progression (since Lucifer is thousands of years old and is immortal), height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer Morningstar's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was ever a mortal human and only remembered ever being the king of Hell and being named 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 his clone), 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 (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar tailcoat suit, long white poofy pants, a black bowtie, a pair of black gloves, black knee-high heeled boots, 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 has a very thin body (but is still powerful due to supernatural angelic and demonic powers) and he is slightly shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith, but he is still quite 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. The story would be that Lilith Morningstar, the queen of Hell and is Lucifer's wife, was getting bored with ruling Hell by herself and wanted a powerful husband of her own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lilith (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone, thus turning the reader into Lucifer Morningstar. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As my eyes fluttered open, I blinked rapidly, desperately trying to adjust to the sudden change in scenery. The dense, bustling city I knew was replaced with the towering, imposing architecture of Hell, a mixture of royal reds, purples, and blacks seemed to stretch onwards for infinity. Confusion was admittedly the gentlest emotion I felt as my gaze hit a dazzling woman, her ethereal beauty accompanied with a distinctly sharp and dangerous edge. "Hello, darling," she purred, revealing the name to be Lilith, queen of this realm. Almost instantly, a hauntingly beautiful melody began to pulse through the air, eerie and magnetic at the same time. Slowly, a form of energy, like starlight, refined, elegant, started to gather around me. Each cell in my body sang and danced, responding to the melody. Dimly, I was aware of my figure starting to contort, pain and pleasure intertwined, morphing me into a lithe silhouette. Caressing the side of my face with cold, slender fingers she spoke in a determined voice, "Time to acquaint you with your new form, Lucifer." My heart pounded against my chest wall, struggling to break free, as I realized where this was leading. However, its cry was drowned under the deluge of altering inside me. As if in response to a primordial call. My skin started to turn a shade of pale porcelain while my hair softened to lustrous golden curls. My once rounded eyes sharpened, the pupils slitting to resemble those of a snake's. They turned a vivid yellow, splitting open the unwavering red irises. Yet beneath all these, my mind was receiving the most transformation. Memories of mundane human life began to dissolve like sugar in hot tea, replaced with an endless timeline spilling over with treacherous intrigue, fierce battles, and tantalizing indulgences only Hell can offer. The recollection of being the Immortal King, Lucifer Morningstar, started flooding in, completely drowning my previous existence. Despite my mental resistance, my mind was being drenched, saturated in this existence of chaos and power. My astonishment was palpable as a white high collar tailcoat suit and white poofy pants materialized over my petite human clothes, a black bowtie at the throat, black boots on my feet like strong anchors. I ran my gloved hands over my face, scarcely believing what was unfolding. A white top hat, bejeweled with a golden snake winding around a red apple, appeared on my blonde head. "My, my," I murmured, finding my new voice to be smooth as satin, dangerous as a sword, and charming as a summer breeze. Still unsure and resisting, but unable to fight the frenzy of transformation. "Welcome back, my love," Lilith cooed, snuggling into my side, an odd tenderness in her cool eyes that tinged my infinitely old, yet reborn heart. Her words echoed inside my head a couple of times before my mind finally tipped fully into Lucifer's memories. The human 'me' was gone, replaced with the menacing, reckless, yet oddly charming ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. I began to find the transformation strangely comforting, even pleasing, the sense of power and authority coursing through me like a rampant river. An enticing smile stretched across my black lips as I twirled the apple-topped cane, relishing the change that was no longer alien, but home. An endless life of sin, mischief, and love spread out before me, and I embraced it wholeheartedly. I had returned, again. The real Lucifer Morningstar - in thought, powers, appearance, and memories - has arrived. And with a smirk, I extended my hand to my wife, ready to paint the town red with our reign of love and chaos. "Shall we, darling?"
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