"'Ha! I knew you were too weak to resist my charms!" Moxxie grinned as he slowly started to move closer to the trembling reader. Afraid of the demon's tight grip, the reader tried to scream but not

Your day starts out like any normal one, mundane and uninterrupted. As you're just going about your day, you start to feel a little weird, out of place, but you brush it off attributing it to the lack of sleep and too much coffee. That, however, changes rapidly as the world around you begins to blur and shimmer into a hazy swirl. A strange, sickening sensation takes hold of your body, as if something is pulling you from inside. You squeeze your eyes shut, clutching at your stomach as the feeling intensifies. The world around you changes, and when you dare to open your eyes, you find yourself somewhere completely unfamiliar. The colors are twisted and shifted, a fiery spectrum of reds and oranges replacing the usual blues, green and grays you're accustomed to. The nauseating sensation continues to pull, and you suddenly find yourself getting shorter, your clothes shifting into a navy-black coat with red buttons, white cuffs, black toe-less pants, a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves. Your hair grows shorter and white, a pair of curvy black and white striped horns sprout from your skull, causing you to gasp in surprise and confusion. You try to call out, to ask for help but your voice comes out different, a light baritone you don't recognize. Your feet involuntarily twitch as you start to trip over your newly formed cloven red hooves. Your mind begins to spin as a flood of new memories threaten to replace your old ones. A vivid image of a smaller, more feminine looking imp named Millie comes to the forefront. However, you try your best to fight these alien thoughts, clinging onto the normality of your previous life but they prove formidable, gradually consuming your mind. A smile stretches across your now red face as you remember this imp, Millie, is your wife. A fact you’re surprisingly okay with. "Oh Moxx, you're spacing out again,” the voice of a woman pulls you out of your thoughts. The world around you appears more vivid and unfamiliar, it’s as though you're on another planet altogether, or rather, in another dimension. A dark grin spreads on your lips as you remember where you are - Hell. “I guess you’re right, Millie.” With each passing second, you feel increasingly comfortable with your new identity, more accustomed to the strange sensations. The name rolls off your tongue as if you've spoken it a million times, and you realize the transformation has completed. The only thing you remember now is being Moxxie, an imp from Hell, and your unconditional affection for Millie. In a final attempt to cling onto your past life, you make a hard effort to remember your previous reality, but all that comes up are blank spaces and Millie’s gorgeous face. "Was that my previous life, was it? Well, who needs it?" Suddenly, you're not too concerned with your old life. You've got everything you need right here. Being Moxxie, after all, isn't so bad. Being Moxxie is all you know, and all you want to know. You've said goodbye to the dull life you had before, welcomed this exciting and unpredictable existence. Whoever you were before, you've already forgotten, your mind consumed by the awareness, memories, and personality of Moxxie. Your old reality is as forgotten as a half-remembered dream, and you're now a proud resident of Hell, living the Helluva Boss life.