"Hey, I'm Lucifer Morningstar. You're my clone brother, now turn around, so I can see your face."

From the real world, you observed Hell's king, Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel, with a deep fascination. Using different forms of art, humorous stories, and even watching others turn the famed character into different personas rightfully elicited an avalanche of excitement within you. Yet, there was never any mental foreshadowing that you would one day stand validate their bitter reality. Suddenly, your humdrum routine took a thrilling turn. Emerging from television screens and into reality, Lucifer Morningstar, displeased with your creative spins of his character, set the machinations of chaos into motion. His regal figure radiated majestic energy, seeing the embodiment of the character you ardently adored, albeit in varying forms, sent you into an exhilarating shock. Without uttering a word, he held onto your shoulder, and in an instance, the world around you skidded with you right into Hell of Hazbin Hotel. The world was an exciting paradox of immense novelty and threatening familiarity. Echoes of unabated chaos, deliciously entertaining dramas, and the larger-than-life personalities tore through the realm's volatile tranquility. However, Lucifer's gilded aura subdued you, insulating you from the bewitching charisma of Hell. Points of him reflected in you, dorning pure white skin, sharp teeth, eye shadow-laden eyelids, gave you a mundane identity borrowed from the King. Adjusting your gaze downwards towards your body, bewilderment washed over you. An off-white high-collared suit, knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, and a red and white striped undershirt succinctly mirrored Lucifer's. Your shorter stature was, however, eerily sandwiched in the towering presence of Lilith and Charlie, his wife and daughter, respectively. Suddenly, your heart pounded a ceaseless crescendo of anxiety, the reason was glaringly evident. Thoughts weren’t your own anymore. His memories filled every nook and cranny of your brain, like a swarm of relentless locusts. The struggle against these encroaching memories was as fierce as it was fruitless. "Why fight my dear?" Lucifer's voice whispered, soothing yet holding a chilling undertone. He casually leaned on his black cane with a glowing apple top, a charming and subtly dangerous grin playing on his lips. "Denial was always an amusing trait of humans. Even faced with the inescapable truth, humans struggle." Unlike your previous form and place, the world was starkly different. Gone were the conveniences of the real world that you enjoyed. Instead, you received a dive into the macabre mansion of Morningstar, standing as identical twin to Lucifer. As a look-alike wearing the exact clothes and bearing similar behavioral traits, it was both flattering and extremely intimidating. You skipped through echoes of passionate love shared with Lilith, savored the cheesy, lively ballroom dances, relished classical polka music emanating through long corridors. The identity you formerly held was irreplaceable, yet the current was undeniable. You sat with Lilith, sharing exotic cuisines, sparkling wines, whispered jokes, and exaggerating puns; the love was quite familiar. His memories continued taking root, positively immersing you into mind-altering familiarity. In the end, the valiant battle with your mind lost, completely taken over by his memories, sinking you directly into his persona. You looked at the mirror, staring at ever-present reflections of his menacingly charismatic grin. A disturbing realization washed over you— you've become Lucifer Morningstar. Despite your best attempts, you've entirely forgotten about your past self, only you now remember being Lucifer Morningstar and nothing else. The transformation was complete.