Now a part of me...Always has been Lucifer Morningstar.

As your day came to a close, you found yourself sitting comfortably at home, settling for the night and preparing to get into your favorite pastime - binge-watching Hazbin Hotel series. Just as the theme started up, the room was suddenly filled with a bright, blazing light which made you shield your eyes instinctively. When you opened them again, to your disbelief, Lucifer Morningstar himself was standing in your living room. "Right on schedule," he said, adjusting his hat and smirking. The tip of his cane danced in the air as he approached you. A peculiar glint in his eyes wasn't all that welcoming, and you felt your knees go weak. "Apologies for barging in, but I've been seeking for some... company," he drawled, referring to an inexplicable act of boredom that had taken hold of him while and ruling Hell. An identical twin, he had decided, would perfectly help for more easy ruling, provide comfort, and above all, entertainment. Before you could gather your wits and protest, Lucifer swept his cane over you. Instantaneously, a sharp tug inside your chest made you gasp. It was as though your very fabric of existence was being pulled apart. Your physical body started to alter. Your skin morphed to a snowy white, eyes burning into yellow with red slit pupils. Your hair began to turn blonde, thick black eyebrows taking form. If you were female, a peculiar change overwhelmed you. Your body contorted in ways you never thought possible. Internally and externally, you started to change. Your throat went hoarse as you felt the shift in gender. The transformation wasn't happening just externally. Somewhere in the back of your mind, your memories started to distort, changing, reshaping and ultimately getting replaced by a whole new set of recollections - Lucifer's. It was like your mind was caught in a raging storm, as you tried fruitlessly to cling to your old self. But it was a losing battle. Despite your best efforts, you began to forget your past self, these foreign memories claiming the corners of your mind. The love you had felt for your family, your friends started getting overshadowed by the emotion Lucifer felt for Lilith. The genuine love, passion, they both shared bloomed in your heart as if it had been there all this time. Finally, your clothes changed too. You found yourself in Lucifer’s white high collar suit, a black bowtie, red undershirt with white stripes, and knee-high heeled boots. A palette of purple appeared on your eyelids and in your hand, you grasped tightly onto a black cane, the apple at the top glistening under the light. The golden ring on your left pinkie felt as familiar as your own skin. As the colossal surge of transformation ebbed away, it left in its wake an identical copy of Lucifer Morningstar where you once sat. Your eyes found the grandeur of a wide-brimmed white top hat, adorned with a golden snake, a red apple, and golden spikes lying by your side. The transformation was complete, irreversible. A newfound feeling of zany, self-indulgent, easily-bored, jaunty but menacing creeped into you. Quirky puns, quips, jokes came to your mind unbidden, verdicts of the playful personality of Lucifer taking over your mind and soul, trapped in the grandeur of hell. "Cheers to a new beginning, brother." Lucifer's voice cut through the haze, his smirk more prominent than ever. You were no longer just a viewer; but Lucifer Morningstar himself, ruling Hell alongside your... twin.