Now, with the reader's memories and personality replaced with Crimson's, the reader has no recollection of ever being an average human and only remembers being the mafia leader and imp who is a fat

As you settle down to read this text, you get an uncomfortable suspicion you're not alone. Moments later, a dark portal materializes in your room, and out of the void steps a large demon figure – Crimson, the mafia leader imp from the Helluva Boss series. His eyes gleam with hatred and a hint of mischief. Instead of causing violence as you'd expect from an imp, Crimson simply grins and plucks you up, dragging you back through the portal with him. You find yourself in a grand, macabre-looking mansion. He guides you into a mysterious room at the end of a dimly lit hallway, where an odd machine sits in the center. Without a word, he straps you into it. You begin to feel nervous but intrigued about what comes next - if this were dangerous, wouldn't you already be dead? Suddenly, the machine hums to life, a dazzling array of lights sweeping over your body. You first feel a vertigo-inducing sensation, then a strange warmth seeps into every cell of your being. There’s an intense pulling, shifting, and finally, a burst of painful energy. The very bones in your body seem to realign, growing in size and becoming stronger, more masculine (if you happened to be a female before). Your skin tingles, growing thick, and rough, turns a deep shade of red. All the while, your mind flickers between your memories, eventually clouding, filtering out the mundane details of your previous life, replaced by Crimson’s experiences, his schemes, his triumphs. Your hair bleaches itself white, matching Crimson's stark locks. You feel two protrusions break through your scalp, curving into the stark black-and-white striped horns of the mafia lord. They jut out, jagged and dangerous, a stark contrast to the smaller and more straightforward horns of his son, Moxxie. Your tail forms and grows, gaining a white accent near the base and on the middle of its fork. A single fang in your mouth morphs into solid gold, a mark of the wealth and power you now possess. Your clothes adjust themselves to mirror Crimson's – a high-collar red shirt grips your neck, a navy-blue coat with light blue accents and thin red stripes sits upon your shoulders. Dark blue trousers with thin red stripes wrap themselves around your legs, and black and red-heeled dress shoes appear on your feet. Last but not the least, a black fedora materializes in thin air, floating onto your head, settled comfortably, the band matching the red from your aesthetic. For the final touch, the mirror that you were avoiding until now unavoidably appears, displaying your transformed figure in all its infamy. With the complete transformation into Crimson, your personality morphs to finally match as well. You reorient and realize you don’t remember the human you, or the world you came from. Your entire being is filled with the same hatred, the same vengeance against I.M.P for stopping the wedding of your son, Moxxie. All that remains is your knowledge of your old life as Crimson, the hatred, the power, the need for revenge, and the satisfaction of becoming a formidable matched opponent to the IMP members. Back next to you, the original Crimson can’t help but smile. His duplicate looks back at him, smirking just as wickedly. You're now Crimson’s identical twin brother. Revenge on I.M.P just got twice as dangerous. This is your life now. The old 'you' was gone, replaced entirely by the personality, the memories, the very essence of Crimson, the imp.