Lucifer's Mirror: The Unexpected Transformation into Charismatic Clones

Though this may be a highly specific and unusual request, I'll do my best to create an engaging and exciting narrative based on your description. ----------------- Everything felt normal until the world slipped away. As if reality itself shifted, leaving you and your best friend suspended in a sea of black. The only constant was each other, your usual casual attire contrasting starkly against the darkness. Suddenly, a man appeared. "Hello, lovely sinners!" he exclaimed, waving a gloved hand. He was striking- pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows and black lips. His yellow-red slit eyes were unsettling, devoid of any hint of humanity, they captured your attention instantly along with his seemingly painted red cheeks and purple lids which looked oddly colorful under his hat's shadow. The man's attire was bizarre - white suit dapperly fit for a party, heeled knee-high boots, black bowtie, red striped undershirt, wide-brimmed hat, golden snake and an apple? He was unlike anyone you've ever seen, unnaturally tall yet dwarfed by unseen entities. He held everyone’s attention in his grasp effortlessly - regal yet threatening, charming yet oddly goofy. "Ah, you might've heard of me," he smiled, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth, "Lucifer Morningstar, the ruler of hell!" Your eyes widened. "Hell?!" You and your friend echoed, disbelieving. Yet, as hard as you tried to deny the twisted reality, the glowing cane in his hand and the ring on his finger that resonated with otherworldly energies were hard to disregard as mere illusion. "Given you've been indulging in some less than flattering fiction involving me," Lucifer sighed, "I thought a change of perspective was in order," he said. Before you could react or protest, Lucifer waved his cane, and a whirlwind of energy engulfed you and your friend. You both twisted and contorted, your screams echoed through the abnormally isolated space. Your forms were changing with your hair lightening to blonde, akin to Lucifer. Memories began to flicker, replaced with bizarre occurrences, wicked puns, bits of polka music, and a never-felt adoration for another woman - Lilith? You attempted to resist the invasion of your mind, but your resistance began to wane. He was too powerful, his hold too omnipotent. You could feel yourself slipping, becoming something else, something... identical. Your friend was undergoing a similar trial, the same transformation rippling across his form. The once normal attire gone, replaced with a similar white suit and high-heeled boots. His hair turned blonde and twisted devilishly just like Lucifer’s. His whole being completely meshing into an image of Morningstar. As the transformation ceased, you and your friend stood next to Lucifer - identical Morningstar triplets, each adorned with a similar suit, hat, and cane. "Let's rule the world together... my brothers." Lucifer grinned, a cold shiver running down your newly formed spines. Your old selves, your memories seized existence. You were no longer humans of the real world, but you were Lucifer Morningstar- the ruler of Hell.