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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 7 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults animated web 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), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), 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 yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and all his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human kid, and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent and completely irreversible. 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 pair of black gloves, 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.
As a 7-year-old boy, your world was brightly colored playrooms, silly cartoons, and chasing ball games. Then, in an unmarked moment of profound change, it transmuted. The world spun - not in the way it did during those dizzying spins on the playground - but in a wild, terrifying whirl that skewed reality. Your t-shirt and jeans dissolved like smoke, replaced with an extravagant outfit. A high collared white suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a pair of gloves that were somewhat too large, and a black bow-tie that felt more like a noose than an accessory. "This is... weird..." you mumbled, struggling to comprehend the shift. You surged upwards as if an invisible hand had a firm grip on your head and was stretching you like an elastic band. The world around you seemed to shrink as your height increased - the ceiling used to be miles away, a summit only your father's shoulder could reach. Now, it was at your fingertips. Baffled, you peered into a mirror. White skin stared back at you, void of the warm hues of humanity. Your eyes, once a soft hazel, now pulsated a sharp yellow, coupled with menacing red slits. Additional details registered suddenly: black eyebrows, lips, and sharp teeth. You bit back a surprised yelp. The world around you mutated, your once familiar home became a relentless, chaotic landscape. It was the world of Hazbin Hotel, a place of madness and mayhem, where sinners and souls all danced to an eternal din of discord. Your heart pounded in your chest, a disquieting sense of foreshadowing taking hold. A flood of memories not your own surged into your mind, replacing soccer games and Saturday morning cartoons with forgotten kingdoms and wild polka-filled parties. "No, it's not true! Mom! Dad!" you called, but your playground pleas were drowned out by an ancient roar. Your new memories, the life and thoughts of a man, no, a king named Lucifer Morningstar, took root. Your childhood, your parents, yourself, they all faded. Your final futile attempts to cling to your human youth were rendered useless; you could no longer recall what you were trying to remember. Residing within you now was the overpowering personality of Lucifer, snaking around your thoughts, his nefarious motives and whims replacing your simple, innocent desires. You fought against the change, thrashing like a fish out of water, but it was in vain. "What have I...what have I become?" you finally despaired. Your voice echoed laughter that chimed like sinister bells, filling the air with a mockery of your despair. "You, dear boy, have become Lucifer Morningstar," the voice cooed, its tone casual as if discussing the weather, completely unfazed by your anguish. The final piece fell into place as you donned a top hat with a golden snake and red apple design, a matching cane manifesting in your hand. To an outsider, you were Lucifer Morningstar: jaunty, zany, and ceaselessly charismatic, fearlessly ruling the chaotic lands of Hell, beloved husband of Lilith. For you, the little boy swallowed by the enormity of this change, you were merely lost.
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