From Reader to Ruler: Unveiling the Transformation into Lucifer Morningstar

You are an 11-year-old boy going about your usual day, playing video games and chattering with your friends online. Your shorts hung loosely around your thin legs as you sat cross-legged on your bed, but then you suddenly feel an odd tingling sensation all over. You looked down at your knobby knees, only to see your skin slowly losing its natural color, turning pure white. A wave of fear washes over you as you call out for your parents, but your voice is only met with silence. Your heart pounds in your chest and you scramble for your phone, dialing your mom's number. However, your fingers feel increasingly large and ungainly, fumbling with the small screen. Everything around you starts to grow, or more accurately, you start to grow. Your clothes strain and split at the seams as new muscle, bone, and skin expands. Desperately, you try to stop the changes but avail to no courage is a match for whatever is transpiring. Attempting to stand, you find yourself towering above your bed, even as your room distorts and warps. Reality bends around you; the familiar picture of your family on the wall twists into a portrait of a stunning woman with a devilish charm - Lilith. Your once comforting room transforms into an opulent office adorned with velvet and gold trimmings, a world straight from the web series Hazbin Hotel. Swallowing hard, you touch your face, finding no ears or nostrils, and your heart skips at the unfamiliar shape. A look in the mirror confirms what seems impossible - blonde hair, black lips, thick black eyebrows, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. Your eyes are yellow, red slits resembling those of a snake's. Your cheeks, flushed red naturally due to fear, now seem permanently reddened. Panic surges through you, but it's slowly being numbed by a growing sense of ease and amusement. "No, no, no," You stammer in an unrecognizable voice. You're horrified, but something in the mirror catches your eye. A white high collar suit impeccably tailored, knee-high heeled boots, a pair of black gloves, a black bowtie, and a red striped undershirt. A glorious wide-brimmed white top hat, with a golden snake coiling up a red apple, rests casually on your head, and a golden ring shines on your left pinkie. A black cane, topped with an apple, appears in your grasp that matches your hat. You're shorter than the gorgeous demoness in the picture, but still tall. "You can't fight it, boy,” a voice in your head taunts, a voice which you eventually realize is your own. The fear in you is overtaken by a tidal wave of memories, none of which you recognize as your own. But you begin to accept them. The young boy you once were, the games you played, the parents who loved you - all of them fade like a dream within a dream. Instead, they are replaced with countless centuries of memories; ruling Hell, infamous parties, puns, quips, and jokes, polka music, jaunty dances. All flooded with the spontaneous bouts of regality and menace, they all become yours, your reality. It carries an odd comfort you never thought you'd entertain. "I am Lucifer Morningstar," you say, your voice smooth, commanding, a mix between menacing and captivating. A smile plays on your black lips as you repeat your new identity. It becomes irrefutably yours, molding you till every last vestige of the boy is lost. The life of the 11-year-old boy dissipated, replaced by a glamorous, menacing, love-filled eternity and the king of hell, Lucifer Morningstar, takes place permanently and irreversibly.