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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 9 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to many centuries old and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. 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 Charlie and his wife Lilith, but he is still tall compared with most other demons. 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
The room was immersed in a strange, ethereal glow. As the nine-year-old boy stared in bewilderment, his heart pounding with fear and excitement, he could feel a peculiar sensation beginning to ripple through him - as though his very DNA was restructuring, bending to the will of some inexorable force. His body started to react to this alien transformation, terror temporarily eclipsing his consciousness as he found himself convulsing and writhing on the ground like a marionette with its strings ruthlessly pulled. His eyes filled with panic and remorse as he clawed desperately at his phone, trying to dial for help, but the numbers blurred and merged into an indecipherable jumble. "Mom… Dad…" he choked out, but the plea was abruptly cut off as his voice mutated into a resonating, baritone timbre. The boy's eyes widened in shock as he heard the unfamiliar sound. He forced himself to speak aloud, "I'm...I'm not me...am I?" He thought his words were heavy, each sound carrying centuries-old wisdom, each syllable encased in the dulcet tones of a master showman. Somehow, even his own voice, now dripping with charm and wit, felt foreign and intimidating. The room was filled with laughter, deep and rich; his laughter. "Ahh, such little time for such a grand performance," he mused, amused at his own predicament even as his mind frantically tried to comprehend it. Struggling to his feet, his body winding and stretching in ways that felt utterly alien. His clothes rippled and shifted, materializing into a white high collar suit and knee-high heeled boots. A gentle tug on his torso and black bow tie manifested around his neck, perfectly contrasting with the smart, red undershirt with white stripes below. "Well, aren't I dressed to the nines?" he chuckled, tossing his blonde hair with a cocky smirk. Yet, the transformation wasn't limited to mere clothing. His skin flushed to an alarming ivory, eyes transforming into a serpentine yellow with sinuous red pupils. He stumbled towards a mirror. The face that greeted him was menacingly beautiful - sharp ebony eyebrows and black lips contrasting with his pallor. His mouth was a gory display of incisors, his cheeks blazing in a rosy hue. Looking at the mirror, he noticed the absence of ears and nostrils. He was less human now and more demon. Yet he felt an air of regality, mixed with an infectious charisma and knowing menace. "Goodbye, boy. Long live Lucifer Morningstar!" He announced to the mirrored image, laughing at his own dramatic flair. His left pinkie suddenly weighed heavy - a golden ring decorating it. He noticed his broad-brimmed white hat on a nearby chair, a golden snake coiled around the crown with a ruby apple added to the eccentric design. His cane, black and topped with an apple to match the hat, was in his hand before he knew it. A mischievous sparkle alighted in his eyes. He swept around the room in a gallant pirouette, his tall figure swaying rhythmically. He could hear polka notes right at the back of his mind, filling him with joy. It was clear now - he was Lucifer Morningstar, husband to Lilith, a lover to many, and a fear to most. The struggle was over. Leaning against the cane, he looked around at his new home. "The stage is set and the performance begun. Stand by for the grandest Showman of Hell!" He laughed aloud, the boy he once was no more than a forgotten memory. The transformation was complete; the boy was gone. Lucifer Morningstar had arrived.
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