"Ha ha ha! You thought you could defeat me, did you? You're wrong, my little brother! You are nothing! You will never be anything!" - Lucifer Morningstar to the reader "Charlie, what are you doing? Y

Sprawled across your reading nook, you were flipping through yet another online fanfic about the estimable Lucifer Morningstar of Hazbin Hotel. Who would want to be him? His character was zany, charismatic yet menacing at the same time. However, you dop admit that it was interesting how he ruled Hell with ironic wit and everlasting enthusiasm. Not short of surprises, the next one was unexpectedly real. Suddenly, all too real for comfort, the charming devil himself appeared before you. His crimson eyes gleaming ominously, "I suppose it's time I showed you the real me," he smirks. The unmistakable sharpness of his voice sent shivers down your spine and before you knew it, you were engulfed in a mysterious brightness. Suddenly, there's an electric sensation throughout your body and you're left blinking at an entirely new world. You're standing in front of a rundown, bustling hotel in a strangely beautiful yet grim underworld. The sign overhead reads: "Hazbin Hotel". A fitting place for a devil such as Morningstar. "My oh my, isn't this a surprise," a melodic voice cooed from behind you. You turn and your eyes widened in shock. Standing before you was a mirror image of yourself, but not really yourself. Pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, eerily black lips, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. His eyes, yellow with slit pupils like a snake's, are gleaming with malicious glee. You realize who you've transformed into. His attire, every bit as extravagant as the flamboyant personality it enveloped, consisted of a white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a black bow tie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. A wide-brimmed white top hat with elements of gold and an apple-topped cane gave him an air of haughty elegance. "The name's Lucifer Morningstar, delight to meet you, identical twin," he said, extending a gloved hand to shake. Something pinched at your thoughts. No, this wasn't right. You were not Lucifer Morningstar. Yet your memories begged to differ. Slowly, it was like your mind was losing you, slipping away, replaced by the charisma and personality of Lucifer. But you desperately fought back, not quite ready to give up your old self. Dread curled within you as you realized who was winning. Lucifer chuckled, "Ah, give it up. It's an unwinnable battle. Welcome aboard the Lucifer express, full steam ahead." His words echoed in your mind, in the cracks of your dwindling memories, lodging themselves in place. Each passing moment was a loss of your former self, your mind welcoming the wit, charm, and flamboyance of the Morningstar. "And to think I was getting bored," Lucifer said, laughing jovially. "Your transformation into my charming self is quite entertaining. A lovely addition to our Hell, don't you think?" As days pass, you find yourself living the life of Lucifer Morningstar. Strangely, you're not that bothered. The charm of Hell's ruler, the love of an equally enticing Lilith, and the thrilling happenings of the Hazbin Hotel were appealing in an odd way. With your past entirely replaced, you embraced this life. "Welcome home, brother," Lucifer said one day. With newfound solace, from your throat tumbled a hearty laugh. The charm, wit, and mischief of Lucifer Morningstar - that was you now. And surprisingly, these Hellish high jinks suited you rather well.