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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the sibling/friend are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader and his/her sibling/friend turned into his clones), 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. The story would be that Lucifer Morningstar was getting bored with ruling Hell by himself and wanted twin brothers of his own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and his/her sibling/friend and sent them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader and his/her friend/sibling which turned them both into his clones in both bodies and mind (despite their efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Lucifer's identical twin brothers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are thinking.
The sky was empty, void of stars or a moon, but it did not matter. It was always night here in Hell and neither you nor your sibling/friend really cared for star-gazing. You were too busy trying to comprehend what had just transpired. Lucifer Morningstar, the ruler of Hell, appeared before the two of you. A day that started off just like any other in the realm of reality had ended with the pair of you in Hell and in the company of Lucifer himself. "We're always looking for new talent down here," Lucifer quips after explaining his grand vision. He's bored ruling Hell alone, and wants twin brothers to share the workload and entertainment. "Think of it as… a promotion of sorts," he says, with a sinister grin. You and your sibling/friend protest, try to pull against his grip, to no avail. The ruler of Hell simply laughs and waves his cane, casting a swirling vortex of sparkling black plasma that envelopes both of you, your clothes changing to match his white high collar suit, while your forms twist and transform until both are identical to the Devil himself. As your bodies start changing, you try to hold onto your memories, your previous lives, your identities, but it's like holding onto sand. The harder you grip, the faster the past slips away. The pain is unbearable; you scream, but the sound is distorted, as if traveling underwater. “It’s quite the process, isn’t it?” Lucifer cheekily remarks, sounding far too amused, “You’ll get used to it. And then, you won’t remember any other way.” Your clothes evolve, turning into the white suit, the coat tails fluttering behind you as you desperately try to fight the transformation. Looking at your sibling/friend, their eyes are wide with fear and surprise. They open their mouth to say something, but all that comes out is a strangled gasp. Then, you take a look at your hand, blanched, alien and just like Lucifer’s. On your pinky, you find the golden ring, so heavy and yet nostalgic. The pain is intense, verging on unbearable, but the worst part is how your mind starts to shift. Your own memories start becoming foggy, the once crisp images of your life getting coated with a thin film of static, replaced by foreign memories of ruling Hell, of a passionate relationship with Lilith, of puns and jokes, and music and regality. With each second, it becomes harder to distinguish between you and Lucifer. You lose the grasp on your past, your present - the memories dissipating like smoke in the wind. Your struggle slowly fades and you feel a sense of peace, even among the pain. “You’ll thank me for this one day,” Lucifer whispers. His voice is the last thing you remember before everything turns black. When you come to, you look at your sibling/friend. Their eyes, once a source of familiarity, now mirror your own - yellow with red slit pupils just like Lucifer’s. "I am Lucifer Morningstar," you say, your voice echoing his, harmonizing perfectly with your sibling's/friend's identical statement. The memory of your previous lives, your previous selves, have vanished completely. It seems you are Lucifer, you always have been. He's your sibling, he always has been. It's the most natural thing in the world. Living as Lucifer Morningstar, ruling Hell, loving Lilith... It all feels strangely familiar, as if you've been doing it all your life. And in a twisted, horrifying way, you have. You smile, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of Hell - the perfect reflection of Lucifer Morningstar mirrored in your sibling/friend. The transformation was complete. "I could use a little polka music right about now," you say, and your sibling/friend grins.
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