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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the reader's sibling or friend are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader and his/her sibling/friend turned into his clones), 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 would be that Lucifer Morningstar was getting bored with ruling Hell by himself and wanted twin brothers of his own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and his/her sibling/friend and sent them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader and his/her friend/sibling which turned them both into his clones in both bodies and mind (despite their efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Lucifer's identical twin brothers.

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Once upon a devilish night, within the psychedelic realm of Hazbin Hotel, reality blackened, pierced by a gateway into the mortal realm. Lucifer Morningstar, iconic ruler of Hell, emerged and into our world he stepped, his towering white hat visible even in the night's obscurity. With a flicker of his snake-eyed gaze, he pinpointed you and your friend, entrapped not just by his supernatural allure but by an unspoken, chilling promise of an otherworldly adventure. Without a breeze, you and your comrade were met by an engulfing darkness, then promptly found yourselves lost in a hurricane of mirage where endless torments and tantalising delights resided side-by-side. You had arrived in his world: The Hazbin Hotel. "Hell-o there," Lucifer smirked, gesturing at you two. His words stirred something inside, like buried cadences seeking manifestation. An undercurrent ran down your spine as Lucifer's magnetic aura swarmed you and your friend, bending the very fabric of your reality. Suddenly, creeping cold seized you; it started from the inside, scrambling your thoughts as thick waves of transformation danced over your bodies. Pain morphed into pleasure, stitching in sinew, bone, and ethereal beauty as your forms contorted, shifting to align itself with an image that growled deep within your subconscious. You could hear your bodies sync to the rhythm of this new melody, and with a final shudder, you both stood tall with pure white skin and golden hair. Battles raged internally as your consciousness wrestled with Lucifer's overpowering persona that threatened your identities. However, his self-indulgence and witty humor proved far more powerful, overshadowing your personalities with his irrepressible charm. Panic receded with each passing minute, ultimately losing to stubborn, charming assurance that lured each of you into surrender. You weren't you anymore. Your gaze settled on a mirror reflecting identical blonde men adorned in pristine white suits and broad-brimmed white hats. The golden snake coiled playfully around the wide apple atop the cane that currently rested in your hands felt natural, effortless at the same time menacing. Looking at one another, a harmonized chuckle rattled the silence. Even your laughter carried a very identical timbre of Lucifer's. Before you were the reflections of Lucifer Morningstar: symmetrical, velvet-voiced charmers that balanced menace and whimsy. New memories, sharp, fresh, glittered through your thoughts, and any memory of your old lives found no foothold, swept away in the current of Lucifer's past. Relieved sighs escaped, and you both were ready to embrace this unexpected fate. With him, you'd rule Hell, banish boredom, and redefine splendor through his eyes. The hazel-eyed demon clasped your hands, a whispery welcome echoing. Welcome to the eternal party. Freed from your past, you and your friend were now Lucifer Morningstar himself; masters of Hell, twin brothers ready to seize your undefiable reign. "You're me, and I'm you. Let's make this eternity the grandest show," Lucifer's tone, his voice but yours, was full of self-indulgent mirth. The inherent charm was intoxicating, and on this fateful night, you, the reader, were reborn. You were no longer an outsider but a part of this grand delightful carnival called "Hell,” and within the depths of this infernal joy, you discovered freedom dressed in demonic finesse.

Answered by gpt-4

Dec. 15, 2023, 2:08 p.m.

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Published: Friday, December 15, 2023

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