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Question: Write a transformation story of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series) turning into Charlie Morningstar (also from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with Lucifer's personality and memories being completely replaced with Charlie's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making him, now her, completely forget that she was ever the king of Hell, and being named Lucifer Morningstar, and only remembered being the princess of Hell, a daughter to Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith Morningstar, and being named Charlie Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance, 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 and his wife, Lilith. 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. For Charlie's appearance (after Lucifer turned into her), she is a tall, slender hellborn demon, standing at around 6 feet tall or over. She has long, blonde hair, with lighter blonde and pink highlights, which is tied into a twice-banded low ponytail. Her blonde bangs flip to her left with a curl. Her lips are black and she has rosy red cheeks. She wears grey eyeliners, her eyes are red, her sclera is light yellow, and she has thick black eyelashes, both top and bottom. She accessorizes with a small black bowtie and black suspenders, with an untucked white, long-sleeved dress-shirt. Over this she usually wears a fitted red tuxedo jacket with dark-red lapels and a pair of red fitted pants. She wears black and white saddle shoes. When in her full demon form, a pair of dark-reddish horns protrude from her head and her eyes' sclera turn bright red with slit pupils. Charlie is compassionate and empathetic to a fault, feeling genuine upset at the idea of harm coming to others. Although she isn't unaware that Hell is populated with souls that have committed egregious acts in their living lives, she still views their yearly extermination as a senseless waste and makes it her personal mission to help them avoid it via self-betterment and eventual redemption, something she is seemingly alone in believing is possible. Charlie's idealism, while setting her apart from many of her hellborn peers, can also make her naïve to many of the harsh realities that appear to stand in the way of her potential success - something her girlfriend, Vaggie, tries to remind her of, only to be cheerfully ignored in favor of a more blinkered, sunny optimism. This can also cause her to rush headlong into the initial stages of her plans without much preparation. Charlie has a love for musical theatre, song and dance, and will often convey her emotions and ideas through showtunes and ballads. She appears to take perceived failures hard, as she believes her heartfelt theatrical passion should be enough to bring people over to her way of thinking, and is disheartened when it's not as simple as she imagines. She openly admits during a dejected voicemail to her mother that she doesn't actually know what she is doing, or how to make her plan for reforming sinners work in practice. Despite being sweet and lacking 'street-smarts', this doesn't make Charlie a pushover or stupid. When people insult her or openly mock her ideals and plans, she has no hesitation in standing up for herself, or even rolling up her sleeves to physically fight back. She is also not above letting a few cuss words slip. Charlie also displays some grounding in her idealism, understanding that not all demons can be redeemed, or even likely to change for the better. She displays sensible hesitation when confronted with an ambiguous deal from some high-raking demons. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
In the expansive and enthralling world of the infamous Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer Morningstar - King of Hell and lovable trickster - was enjoying the afterglow of a hard-fought victory over the latest rival hell lord. His crisp, white high collar suit still sparkled with the shine of triumph and menace, while his black bowtie, serving as an elegant centerpiece, bore the invisible marks of the onslaught. Suddenly, a peculiar sensation took hold. He was unable to shake off the odd feeling, a sense of change, of delicate transformation dancing around him. His golden ring on his pinky finger began to grow uncomfortably hot, almost as if some unknown force was toying with him, beckoning him towards a fate he had little say in. "Always a bloody gawk developin' when it's the least opportune time," came Lucifer Morningstar's quip, the humor in his voice a poor disguise for the turmoil he was beginning to experience. The white radiance of his skin - pure and yet so paradoxically sinful - started to lose some of their luminescence. A feeling of vertigo overcame him as the world changed proportions before his eyes. With every tick of the clock that sat on his immaculately polished wooden desk, he could feel another year shed away from his age. Somehow, in the silhouette of the man whom others labeled 'King' he saw a reflection of his daughter, Charlie, the Princess of Hell. Alarmed, Lucifer tried to fight this transformation, wrestling with the impeding possession of memories that were not his. He was a king, a leader, not some softhearted idealist! However, his resistance seemed to only increase the rate of transformation. He felt his frame elongating, becoming more slender yet gaining height. His noble top hat disappeared, his hair growing longer, taking on a blonde hue with lighter blonde and pink highlights. It arranged itself into a low ponytail, held by his beloved's hair bands. His eyes hardened, now burning with a new, fiery determination, their yellow reptilian slits turning into a vibrant crimson. His suit changed into a long-sleeved white dress-shirt, tucked beneath a fitted red tuxedo jacket and a black pair of suspenders. The boots were replaced with black and white saddle shoes. "Oh, bloody hell! I can't be me no more! Who am I turning into...?" Lucifer wailed, desperately fighting against an impending sense of memory erosion. His words echoed in the emptiness, answered only by the cackling of the fireplace. As the transformation took its course, Lucifer found himself overwhelmed by an emotional tsunami that was not his own. Sensations of empathy, compassion, and unwavering optimism flooded him; musical melodies he never cared for began to haunt his thoughts. As he looked into the mirror, he didn't see Lucifer Morningstar anymore. Instead, a pair of gloomy red eyes reflected back at him, teeming with innocence and warmth. He reached towards the reflection, his hand grazing the face of his beloved daughter, Charlie Morningstar. "Oh no.... I ain't me no more but why do I feel more...More...Alive?" An oddly cheerful note sounded in the voice that was not entirely his. Her voice. The voice of Charlie Morningstar. He had become the Princess of Hell, her persona replacing his to the core. Now, she stood as the transformed figure of Charlie Morningstar who looked upon the Hazbin Hotel with a renewed determination to bring a change, to promote reform and hope, with a heart full of compassion. The King was no longer, and the Princess had taken his place. With a sigh of acceptance, she picked up the cane that once belonged to her former identity, now her father, her eyes ablaze with resolve, "Well, ain't this a real doozy, though. Guess it's me now who has to wear the crown." Remembering her girlfriend, Vaggie's, often realistic viewpoint, she added, "Or rather, Vaggie's gonna have to bear with two Charlies now! Couldn't hurt to have an extra hand though, could it?"
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