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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader's a female), clothes change, height change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 is that Lucifer Morningstar is getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, and Lucifer is getting tired of seeing artwork and stories (online) of himself getting turned into other characters in both body and mind (sometimes from different series), which he views as distasteful. So to teach the reader a lesson, Lucifer Morningstar (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clone, thus permanently turning the reader into Lucifer's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Lucifer's mind). There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
You open your eyes, disoriented and a little dizzy. You realize you're in a place that looks nothing like your room, where you were just reading an engaging Hazbin Hotel webcomic. But then, you remember something else - a visit from a distinct figure, the character you've been reading about - Lucifer Morningstar. He was there not on your screen, but in your very room before this unfamiliar setting swallowed you whole. "I am, shall we say, bored," he had commented, his sharp teeth glinting, "Let's introduce a little chaos, shall we?" He snapped his fingers, and everything went black. Now you are here. As you survey your surroundings, a queer sensation begins to grip you. Your previously human skin tingles as it gradually turns porcelain white. You touch your cheeks, now rounder, redder. You glance down at your changing body. Your clothes are being replaced by a spotless white suit. A red striped undershirt adorns your torso as a black bowtie settles on your chest. You try to protest this transformation, but your voice has deepened, your superior vocabulary shrunk to a mix of puns, quips, and jokes. "This feels... absolutely devilish," you stammer, your mouth stretching to reveal gleaming, sharp teeth. A wave of blonde hair has replaced your original hair color, falling in a straight curtain towards your thick black eyebrows. Wearing knee-high heeled boots, you attempt to stand, your height staggering you a bit. You're still a bit shorter than you expected, especially when you saw your reflection alongside what appears to be your daughter, Charlie. You grimace, assessing your golden ring-adorned pinkie and the apple-topped black cane held firmly in your other hand. However, the change was not only physical. It started creeping into your mind. Slowly but surely, new memories, a new consciousness was asserting itself, suppressing your own thoughts and experiences. You felt a deep affection, a blossoming love for Lilith, your, no Lucifer's, wife. You fought this hard, tying to remember your own history, but found them fading away like whispers in a storm. "Remember," Lucifer’s voice echoed as you clung onto your true self, "this isn’t about losing yourself, it’s about becoming me.” With each step, each conversation in this new form, your previous life seemed to fade into oblivion. Your personhood, individuality being replaced by the essence of Lucifer Morningstar. You now felt an increasing love for polka music, a taste for the darkly comical and became exceedingly fixated on maintaining an aura of regality and menace. Yet, you didn't fail to notice the sudden surge of influences urging you to be a zany, charismatic, showman with a hint of silliness. In the end, despite your best efforts, your resistance was futile. You welcomed these new elements that marked Lucifer's persona. The playful banter, the sly sense of humor that fascinated yet warned everyone to maintain their distance. You walked around Hell with a leisurely charm, eyeing the chaos with a new sense of boredom and longing for entertainment. You were no longer just a reader. You were not you anymore. Now, you were Lucifer Morningstar, a perfect mirror image of him, living in his world, breathing in his existence. You had become the altered living, breathing, art - an exact clone of Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel.
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