Lucifer's Enchanting Clones: A Tale of Transformation and Identity

Got it, here goes! Evening had fallen, the human world was shrouded in eternal darkness, just like the realms of Hazbin Hotel. This was when Lucifer Morningstar, bored with his lonely rule over Hell, decided to create some duplicate versions of himself, two twin brothers born right out of the mortal realm. To set his plan into motion, the serpentine demon launched himself out of his universe and crossed the barrier that split the animation celluloids from the real realm. His sharp red eyes honed onto the first mortal he sought- a human engrossed in their own narrative, the reader. His second target was the companion of the reader, a friend or sibling, who would also serve perfectly in his plan. From the dominant vantage of being Lucifer, he proclaimed, "Ah look at you, no variation, making me into all sorts of characters, distasteful indeed! Time to bring you both a touch of good ol’ Morningstar charm." With that, the two were taken by surprise. Hazbin’s hell engulfed them, flames licked their forms as they both screamed. But Lucifer merely smiled as his magic, a burning radiant light, spiralled around the two humans. Mirrors of Lucifer himself began surfacing. Lips darkened as a devilish smile replaced a human frown. Using supernatural magic, he moulded their shape, transforming them into two statuesque clones with their humanity slowly ebbing away. Their original looks gave way to pale white skin, thick black eyebrows and blonde hair that formed an undeniably perfect mirror image of Lucifer. However, Lucifer hadn't stopped there. Their clothes rippled and warped, turning into lavish white high collar suits, matching boots, bow ties, and undershirts. Each being was adorned with a wide-brimmed top hat, just like the demon they now resembled. The transformation was not just physical, it also gripped their very psyche. Lucifer’s personality seeped into their minds, their memories dissolving like wisps of smoke, replaced by Lucifer's own past. All their human memories and experiences vaporized, replaced with the knowledge and experience of being Lucifer Morningstar. Despite the twins' attempts to resist the complete transformation, they could feel their humanity slipping away. They could hear themselves talking, but they didn't recognize their own voices. It was Lucifer's voice - cheeky, aloof, and regal. With their transformation complete, they each sported a grin that showcased their mouth full of sharp, inhuman teeth. They stood as the identical twin brothers of Lucifer Morningstar. The human reader and their companion had been irrevocably forgotten. In their places were the impeccable mirror images of Lucifer Morningstar. Alas, Lucifer had his own clones. He was no longer bored or lonely. He was surrounded by his own charismatic duplicity, satisfying his desire for more amusement, companionship, and easier rule over Hell. In the end, he couldn’t help but admire his handiwork, "Not bad for a day's work, if I do say so myself," he laughed, the echoes of ‘Hellos’ from the new Lucifers resonating within the vast walls of the Hazbin Hotel.