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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a male human reader (between 5.5 and 6 feet tall) turning into a son of Lucifer Morningstar (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with clothes change, age change, height change, voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with the Morningstar bloodline), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced by a new personality and new memories of being part of the royal Morningstar family, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past mortal self and only remember being a son to Lucifer Morningstar). For the reader's new self (now a fallen angel rather than a normal and mortal human), he is a about the same height as his former self, but with a now unnaturally-slender body with a literally pure white skin. The reader in this form has blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips, a mouth full of sharp white teeth, a large rosy-red circle on each cheek, and yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids, like Lucifer, who is his new dad. The reader in the fallen angel form has no nose or ears, also just like Lucifer. For Lucifer Morningstar's appearance, he has pure white skin, blonde hair (which is short-cut and is slicked-back with one tuft sticking out), thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp white teeth, with a biologically mid-to-late 20s aged body (despite being older than Earth itself and Lucifer being immortal). He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes (which do not have irises) are light yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are light purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. Lucifer's white-red clothing is somewhat like a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared tailcoat suit with several golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped dress-shirt with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also wears a set of heeled black knee-high boots, and black leather gloves which covers the majority of his hands. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. As a fallen angel, he possesses three pairs of white wings with red feathers, which he can materialize and extend from his coat. He is shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith. Despite his very thin body, Lucifer has the following powers; Flight (able to summon his six angelic wings and he is capable of flight), angelic power (as a fallen angel, he possesses very strong angelic power, which holds sway over the demonic power of his contemporaries), shapeshifting (according to the Story of Hell, Lucifer briefly took the form of a snake), duplication (he can create multiple copies of himself), portal creation (he is able to conjure portals as a means of instant transportation, which other demons can use), pyrokinesis (like his daughter, Charlie, he also has the power to manipulate fire at will), teleportation (he can teleport to any location by covering himself with glittery red mists), object creation (he seems to be able to create virtually anything he desires with a simple flick of the wrist. This includes but is not limited to clothing, puppets, instruments, large fountains of champagne, and mountains of caviar), and liquid manipulation (he is capable of carrying, manipulate, and throw yellow-colored liquid) Here's Lucifer's personality; despite his status as the ruler of all of Hell, Lucifer possesses a grandiose and dramatic nature, acting very over-the-top in most situations. He often switches between being silly and theatrical to awkward and melancholic. Like Charlie, Lucifer is ambitious in what he believes in. According to the storybook that Charlie read in "Overture", Lucifer was an idealistic dreamer whose accidental creation of Hell and subsequent banishment to it caused him to give up his dreams. After he and Lilith separated, Lucifer went into isolation and fell into a depression. He coped by crafting and hoarding tons of rubber ducks, spending years in his home. This obsession also caused him to become estranged from his daughter, to the point where he barely calls Charlie at all. As a father, he falls short of expectations. Although he loves Charlie dearly, he seems to be preoccupied with his own problems. He seldom calls Charlie, and when he does, it's usually because he's bored or needs something. When Charlie reached out to him for help in setting up a meeting with Heaven, he was thrilled to hear from her. However, he couldn't recall where she was or what she was doing, even though she had shared her passion project, the Hazbin Hotel, with him months ago. He also wasn't aware that Charlie was dating someone, or that she was attracted to women. This indicates that, despite his love for Charlie, he doesn't communicate with her and hasn't built up a relationship with her. Although, it was shown that Lucifer was much closer to Charlie in her childhood, only becoming more distant in Charlie’s adulthood. While he is the King of Hell, Lucifer hardly rules over his subjects and leaves them to their own devices. Lucifer dislikes the Sinners of Hell and describes them as "violent, destructive psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as possible". According to him, they are all "the worst" and he does not believe they can be redeemed and he cares little for what happens to them. Despite his disapproval of sinners, Lucifer hints that he regrets his role in ever giving them free will due to what they had done with it and the consequences that came from this. On the other hand, Lucifer had arranged for a pardon of Hellborn demons with Heaven, ensuring that the Hellborn races and thus the other six rings of Hell, are untouched by the Exorcists during the yearly Exterminations. Although he understands his daughter's interest in rehabilitating Sinners, Lucifer is cynical about the idea of trying to save any of them, as he attempted to redeem sinners in the past, stating that Charlie doesn't know when he tried this all before, and that his dreams were too hard to defend. Since Heaven was so unwilling to listen to him in the past, he does not want Charlie to go through the same thing. However, she still manages to convince him to arrange a meeting in Heaven for her and Vaggie, which helps Lucifer regain faith in her plans. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. The story is that Lucifer Morningstar is lonely without having his wife or daughter around in his home, and he wanted a son of his own to help him not be so depressed from his loneliness, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural powers on the reader to turn the reader into his very own son in both body and mind (against the reader's will), complete with the same immortality and supernatural powers as Lucifer himself. During either the physical or mental transformation, the reader is horrified, hoping that everything that was happening to him (as well as having Lucifer Morningstar and the Hazbin Hotel universe existing) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (possibly by either closing eyes, slapping his own face, and/or by pinching himself) to get out of this nightmare, but sadly for the reader, this is not a dream and it is all happening for real (with Lucifer letting the transforming reader know this is not a dream and is all real, even stating it was the reader's old mortal human life that was all just a dream instead). Despite the reader's efforts, he is unable to fend off the new personality and memories (completely removing his human memories, making him believe that he has always been a fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the transformed reader being given a new name that fits with his new life, and is happy about his new life living with his new dad), thus permanently and completely turning the reader into Lucifer's son. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
You rub your eyes, exhausted from another long day. The evening air feels heavy as you walk into your home, hoping for some peace and quiet, maybe a night spent catching up with your favorite shows, like Hazbin Hotel. As you flip on the lights, you suddenly notice a presence. Your heart skips a beat when you see him standing in your living room—his sinister white skin, blonde hair slicked back, and unnerving yellow eyes with slit pupils. "Hello, mortal," Lucifer Morningstar greets with a smirk. "Or should I say... future son?" You blink in disbelief, your mouth dry. "W-what? This can't be real! You can't be real!" Panic grips your chest as you close your eyes, hoping this hallucination will vanish. "Ah, but it is real," Lucifer's voice drawls, echoing ominously. "It's your past life that was but a fleeting dream." Before you can react, you're enveloped in a glittery red mist. You try to struggle, but your limbs feel heavy, your vision blurring as strange, feather-like sensations prick your back. "No... no!" you scream, feeling your body beginning to contort and reshape. Your height remains, but you feel your build becoming unnaturally slender, your skin whitening like porcelain. "It's pointless to resist," Lucifer's voice resonates. "It's time for you to awaken." You see your hands trembling, the skin turning to pure white, your fingertips elongating slightly, becoming more slender. "This isn't happening!" you gasp, slapping your face in a desperate attempt to wake up. But the cold, smooth skin you touch is real, terrifyingly real. Your cheeks begin to tingle and burn, forming rosy-red circles. Your lips darken to an inky black, and when you open your mouth, you see rows of razor-sharp teeth. Your voice—it's changing too, becoming softer, yet more sinister, and unnervingly echoing that of Lucifer's bloodline. You feel an odd pressure in places where your nose and ears should be, but they flatten and disappear into your face. New memories start flooding in—of a sprawling mansion, of ruling domains of Hell, of a family that you now felt you belonged to. Yet, you fight it, scratching your head to cling to any ounce of your former life. "I won't... forget... I’m not... your son!" you mutter, bits of your past human life clashing with the overwhelming tide of new identity. Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder. “Oh, but you are. Welcome to your true self, derived from my essence and my power.” Your mind fractures further, the weight of the new memories pushing out your old ones. Horrifyingly, you recall playing in grand halls, manipulating elements at a flick of the wrist, of flight and dominion over sinners. As much as you try to resist, you can feel your love for these new powers seeping in. "Remember, my son," Lucifer says, his tone almost gentle, "You're Jophiel Morningstar now. You always have been." Through the chaotic transformation, you recall the name ‘Jophiel’ thoroughly etched into your consciousness. A puff of golden smoke swirls around you, and your attire morphs into elaborate white-red garments similar to Lucifer’s—a stylish, grand tailcoat, sleek black knee-high boots, black leather gloves, and even a matching wide-brimmed top hat. You take a moment to inspect yourself in a mirror that appeared out of nowhere, the last vestiges of your past self fading into nonexistence. You try to scream, to shout out your real name—but it's lost, replaced by your new identity. The transformation completes and the room quiets, your old life completely washed away. You stand tall, no longer a mortal but a fallen angel, a son of Lucifer. You hear Lucifer's voice again, softer now: "Welcome to Hell, my son." For a moment, the last vestige of your old self tries to lash out. But it fades quickly, replaced by clear memories and love for a father who, though flawed, you now cherish. Looking up at Lucifer, you smile—a sinister, sharp-toothed smile—indicating your acceptance. "Thank you, Father," you say, your voice now carrying that regal, charismatic tone. "I am eager to serve… and to be." As you take Lucifer's outstretched hand, you feel a sense of belonging you've never known. The life you once had fades entirely, and you embrace the luxurious, dark eternity that awaits as Jophiel Morningstar.
As you navigated through your mundane day-to-day life, a ripple in reality left you standing in the strange disarray of an elegant demonic palace. The jarring transition from normalcy left you disoriented – your heart pounding in terror as the red-eyed man unfurled his multiple sets of white wings and a sinister smile adorned his black lips. "Welcome, my dear child," his baritone voice echoed through the vast corridor, a twisted tone of jubilation evident in his otherwise fluid speech, "to your new home." The man was unmistakable. Before you stood Lucifer Morningstar, the ruler of Hell himself, threaded in the flesh. He was every bit as intimidating as his legend painted him to be. "What is happening? Why am I here?" you questioned, your voice wavering. His yellow eyes narrowed in amusement, his gloved hand flicking lazily in the air, "Simple, you're about to become mine." In an instant, you felt your body altering dramatically, being molded into a figure that matched Lucifer's unnaturally slender form. The pain like nothing you had ever felt before, burning every cell from inside out. Yet your height remained almost the same, however. You were around 5.5ft to 6ft, skinny yet toned in build, but a shocking alteration was your skin – an iridescent shade of pure white. As these changes occurred, you could faintly discern the impression of new memories crowding your mind, invading every corner, replacing your old ones. "No…no…I need to remember. I'm human, not...not...this!" You pleaded, your voice already starting to evolve into a deeper, resonant tone reminiscent of the Morningstar himself. Closing your eyes in pain and terror, trying to slap or pinch yourself awake from this nightmare, you hoped it was all a bad dream. “Oh, my dear," Lucifer shifted closer, his grin never faltering, "I hate to break it to you, but this isn't a dream. It was your old life that was the illusion.” Every fiber of your being restructured to accommodate these changes, as chills of pain led onto odd surges of demonic power coursing through your veins. Your face began transforming, adopting thick black eyebrows, black lips, and snake-like eyes devoid of irises, your eyes glowed yellow with elongated red pupils – exact replicas of Lucifer’s. On each cheek, large rosy red circles appeared like blush, further enhancing your unnatural appearance. As your physical transformation concluded, you felt terrified to see your clothes changing too, exploding into a tailored suit almost identical to Lucifer’s with a few modifications to fit your slender figure. Your struggle to retain your original memories was overwhelmed by the sheer force of the new ones. They painted you as a picture of the son of Lucifer Morningstar, fantasies, hopes, and dreams all embedded with the pure mind of a royal, the fallen prince of Hell. These new memories, thoughts, sentiments were overpowering, gnawing into your psyche, embedding themselves as your truth. ”Stop! I need…I need to remember.” You screamed through gritted teeth. Your speech was interrupted by a fervent laugh from Lucifer. ”Remember?” He glanced at you, thoughtfulness lingering in his eyes, “A common mistake mortals make is to think they’ve always been who they were before they came here. That wasn’t your life; it was merely a dream— a prelude…” His words, the transformation, everything came crashing down, the reality of your situation too much to take. Despite your desperate efforts, you felt your human self completely replaced by a new consciousness, making you believe you had always been a fallen angel, a definite son of Lucifer Morningstar. From the recesses of your scattering memories, you felt a pang of sadness for losing your humanity, coupled with an odd acceptance of your new surreal existence as Lucifer's son. It was a mixture of dread and exhilaration that asserted your irreversible transformation physique and psyche. A new day dawned, and you stood beside your newfound father, a part of you that yearned for your past life, your humanity, lost within the depth of Lucifer’s grand palace, replaced indefinitely by your newfound demonic persona. Somewhere between mortal pain and immortal pleasure, you had been reborn, a Son of Lucifer Morningstar. “There is no going back, my child." Lucifer's words rippled in your mind like an echo, a haunting reminder, "For in the realm of Morningstar, change is permanent.”
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