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Question: Write a transformation story of Charlie Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series) turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (her father who is also from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change, age progression, height change, and mind/mental change (with Charlie's personality and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite her efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making her, now him, completely forget he was a demon princess Charlie Morningstar and only remembered ever being the king of Hell Lucifer Morningstar). For Charlie's appearance, she is a tall, slender hellborn demon, standing at around 6 feet tall or over. She has long, blonde hair, with lighter blonde and pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl. Her lips are black and she has rosy red cheeks. She wears grey eyeliners, her eyes are red, her sclera is light yellow, and she has thick black eyelashes, both top and bottom. She accessorizes with a small black bowtie and black suspenders, with an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt. Over this she usually wears a fitted red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes. When in her full demon form, a pair of dark-reddish horns protrude from her head and her eyes' sclera turn bright red with slit pupils. Charlie is compassionate and empathetic to a fault, feeling genuine upset at the idea of harm coming to others. Although she isn't unaware that Hell is populated with souls that have committed egregious acts in their living lives, she still views their yearly extermination as a senseless waste and makes it her personal mission to help them avoid it via self-betterment and eventual redemption, something she is seemingly alone in believing is possible. Charlie's idealism, while setting her apart from many of her hellborn peers, can also make her naïve to many of the harsh realities that appear to stand in the way of her potential success - something her girlfriend, Vaggie, tries to remind her of, only to be cheerfully ignored in favor of a more blinkered, sunny optimism. This can also cause her to rush headlong into the initial stages of her plans without much preparation. Charlie has a love for musical theatre, song and dance, and will often convey her emotions and ideas through showtunes and ballads. She appears to take perceived failures hard, as she believes her heartfelt theatrical passion should be enough to bring people over to her way of thinking, and is disheartened when it's not as simple as she imagines. She openly admits during a dejected voicemail to her mother that she doesn't actually know what she is doing, or how to make her plan for reforming sinners work in practice. Despite being sweet and lacking 'street-smarts', this doesn't make Charlie a pushover or stupid. When people insult her or openly mock her ideals and plans, she has no hesitation in standing up for herself, or even rolling up her sleeves to physically fight back. She is also not above letting a few cuss words slip. Charlie also displays some grounding in her idealism, understanding that not all demons can be redeemed, or even likely to change for the better. She displays sensible hesitation when confronted with an ambiguous deal from some high-raking demons. For Lucifer's appearance (after Charlie turned into his clone), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. 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 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 and his wife, Lilith. 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 is that Lucifer hated the idea of redemption (since he believes all demons are irredeemable) and find Charlie's idea of a rehabilitation hotel, the Happy Hotel, ridiculous. So, to make his daughter see Lucifer's point and an attempt to abandon the demon rehabilitation idea, he used his supernatural powers on Charlie, turning her into his completely identical doppelganger with exact same mind as his own. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Once upon an infernal twilight enshrined in the salacious cityscape of Hell stood the figure of Lucifer Morningstar, the king of Hell. His eyes, a baleful shade of yellow, pierced the gloom as he watched his well-meaning yet naïve daughter from the shadows. Charlie was tirelessly promoting her elegant, idealistic vision: a rehabilitation hotel named Happy Hotel. Her idea was scoffed at by most demons for its inherent absurdity, but Lucifer was more than merely amused; his daughter's attempts appeared ludicrous and blasphemous to him. Lucifer could not contain his sardonic repulsion any longer. His mind incubated a wicked and sardonic idea. “As king of all demons, it's time I forced some sense into her,” he murmured to himself, gazed at the flicker of a distant Hell flame, and with a snap of his pale fingers, animated his plan. Charlie, immersed in her musical rehearsal, felt a sudden jolt that disoriented her. “What's happening?” She stammered as she staggered, and doubled over. She clutched her chest, gritting her teeth against the overwhelming surge cascading through her. Her appearance began to morph, her slender frame thickening and her height shortening. Her hair started turning paler, the rosy red of her cheeks became darker, and her lips began shifting to a shade of black. Her clothes flickered as if on a cinema reel, transforming from her vibrant red tuxedo into a stark white suit, her shoes swapped for knee-high heeled boots. As Charlie stooped over in pain, she felt an unexpected brush against her head, and with her trembling hands, she felt a wide-brimmed top hat. It wasn’t just the physical transformation, though. She could feel her mind twisting, her memories metamorphosing. She tried to resist this assault on her person, but it was like standing against an oncoming storm. Her personality, sparkling with compassionate empathy, began to falter as a more cynical sensibility took over, just as her father's would. Her memories of Happy Hotel were being replaced with eons of psychological torment of ruling the Inferno. Charlie's memories of her cheerful, sunny optimism waged a losing battle against the cynicism and lore of her father. The conscious effort of fighting this insurmountable force, this metamorphosis, was gradually wearing her down. Her memories of her love for musical theatre started to give way to a newfound adoration for polka music. As the last spark of resistance flickered and died, she opened her eyes. She was greeted by a reflection of the king of Hell himself, complete with unnerving red slit pupils. “Goodness, who knew your transition would be so explosive, darling?” echoed her father’s voice, but from her very lips. Try as she might, Charlie’s sense of self was lost; from pure instinct, she replied, “Why shouldn't I enjoy the show, dear?” The voice, the tone, even the characteristic pun was not her own, but her father's. Her mind began to accept her altered existence, she felt a peculiar sense of excitement intertwined with a sensation of eerie familiarity. Wrapping an arm around his black, apple-topped cane, the transformed Charlie sneered at the cityscape. A casual observer, of course, would instinctively bow in respect to Lucifer Morningstar; it was him in every way. In the core of his bones, Lucifer grinned, satisfied with his wicked handiwork. The princess of Hell had vanished, leaving only the king’s mirrored reflection standing with his trademark jauntiness. Truth be told, Lucifer had missed having a good jest, and watching his daughter orchestrate her own demise? Well, he considered it the most entertaining event in eons. They were all, after all, irredeemable.
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