"Ha ha ha, you're so funny, Lucifer Morningstar," the reader thinks as they chuckle at Lucifer's failed attempts at humor. "You're just like any other cartoon character- you're impossibly powerful a

From the comfort of your own home, you chuckle to yourself as you watch the animated escapades of Lucifer Morningstar. Unknown to you, your amusement doesn't go unnoticed in the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. One could almost say it rubbed Lucifer the wrong way. A sudden vortex opens before you, a bright light engulfing you as the familiar, joking voice of Lucifer Morningstar rings out, "Oh come now, my good mortal, didn't anyone tell you laughing at the devil has consequences?" Before you can react, you find yourself swept into the whirlpool, landing amongst the colorful, chaotic realm of the underworld. As you gawk at the surroundings, recognizing them from the show, a mischievous chuckle rings out beside you, "Welcome to my domain." You turn to face the Devil himself-Lucifer Morningstar. Panic settles in, fear gripping you as he grins, tapping his cane. "What? Are you afraid? Don't be." He's shorter in person... No, that's an animated character you remind yourself. "Now, let's rectify that little mirth at my expense, shall we?" A change sweeps over you, you feel your body start to morph and adjust. Confusion and fear wrestle inside you as you try to fight back, but your physical form is resistant. It starts with your skin blanching to an unnatural alabaster, your hair lightening to match. The sharp pain in your mouth reveals a set of menacingly sharp teeth crowding in, replacing your own. Second by second, your outer appearance mirrors the devil standing before you. "No partner... let me in," Lucifer coaxes as your mind is then assailed. Memories of Lucifer's life begins to flow into yours, gradually devouring your own, your personality vigorously changing. You fight it, clutch off those invasive thoughts, but it's like trying to stop a tidal wave with a paper shield. "Pleasure before pain, indulgence over guilt, jokes over tears..." Lucifer's mantra hypnotically lures you in, you find yourself memorizing it, making it your own. Despite struggling, the wave sweeps away your resistance, and slowly you forget who you once were, only the Lucifer Morningstar's memories persist. Every trivia of polka music, every romantic rendezvous with Lilith, every joke you've ever cracked floods your mind, replacing any memory of being a 'mere mortal.' The words you used to laugh at now roll off your tongue with familiarity, quips and jokes peppering your speech. You retain an air of regality, an ever-present smirk on your face, but you no longer remember why you fought so hard to preserve who you were. You look at Lucifer in the mirror, but it's not him - it's you. Complete with the gender change, the golden ring on your left pinkie, the apple-topped black cane in your grip. Your resistance fades, your fight extinguished. Once a mortal who laughed at the antics of Hell's king, now a practical mirror image of the Devil, commanding the same fear and respect. As the realization hits, a bellowing laugh rings out, "Ah! Twice the fun, twice the devil-may-care!" As the new Lucifer, you realize you've forgotten the taste of fear, only cherishing the taste of golden apples from your cane. Now, the amusement you once drew from his failures has grown into an understanding of the devil's twisted sense of humor. "Greetings, partner." He grins at you, holding out an apple-topped cane identical to yours, a wicked twinkle in his eyes. You take it, giving him a mirror-smile of your own. You say the only thing that comes to mind, "Let the real fun begin." In that twisted labyrinth of Hell, the echoes of two devils laughing harmoniously rang out; undeniably terrifying, undeniably adventurous. And back in the mortal world, a vacant room lay, its occupant taken by the one they seemingly amused, leaving no trace behind. Such are the adventures and the consequences of the Hazbin Hotel... Where laughter can lead to becoming a Devil's clone.