Requiem for Innocence: The Unforgettable Transformation into King Lucifer Morningstar

You sit on your bed, your favorite comic book in hand. Suddenly, you feel a strange sensation taking over your ten-year-old body. Your vision blurs, and when it returns, you aren't in your bedroom anymore – you're standing in a grand hall, red walls surrounding you on every side. Your senses start to overload. The smell of sulfur, the overwhelming heat, and the faint music resonating in your ears... it seems like a traditional jazz, quite different from the pop tracks you used to jam out. It doesn’t take long to realize that something is wrong, something is dreadfully wrong. Your clothes change abruptly – from a plain tee and jeans to a high-collared white suit glistening as if it were illuminated under the moonlight. A pair of knee-high heeled boots replace your comfortable sneakers, and you feel the similar grip of gloves tightening around your fingers. A black bowtie sits around your neck, a stark contrast against your white suit and a red undershirt with white stripes peaks from beneath. Your heart pounds faster as you feel your small stature start to grow larger – not only in height but in presence – spreading an air of regality and even a twinge of fear. Although your mind races, there's a part of you that can't help but exclaim, "Cool!" You raise your hand to your face, unable to recognize the one you see – the hazel brown eyes you were born with turned to snake-like slits – yellow with red slits, and your skin turned a brilliant shade of white. You bring a hand to your mouth, feeling the sharp and sleek teeth that replaced your once ordinary ones. "No way," you utter with black lips that are no longer yours. You struggle against the reality, praying and hoping this to be a bizarre dream. You shout for your mom, your dad, but the voice that spills out isn't your own: it's something deeper, something primal and wicked. Recognizing the reality setting in is a terrifying ordeal – as is the realization that your identity, your very essence, is fading away. Memories that aren't yours invade your mind, each one more vivid than the last. Images, faces of strange beings, and a woman – so beautiful, so powerful – flashes in your consciousness. A daughter, a young woman full of energy and love, whom you adore more than life itself. "No, no, no...” you whisper, fighting against the wave of thoughts, fighting against an identity that's overtaking you. “Lucifer…” the name slips from your lips even before you fully comprehend it. The realization comes crashing upon you: you are no longer a young boy. You have become Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell. Accepted reasoning has you believe that this isn't possible. There's no magic in the world, no demons, no kings of hell. This must be an elaborate hoax or the most horrific nightmare you've ever had. Still, a tiny voice whispers in the back of your mind, "Don't fight it.” You raise an apple-topped black cane matching your hat to the mirror again, staring back at the creature you've become. A complex mixture of emotions washes over you – from fascination and fear to a bizarre sense of acceptance. "What the heaven!" you exclaim, the irony not lost on you. "Father is going to hear about this!" Despite your fear, you can already feel the joke forming, twisting the horror into a quip. "Well," you start in a low drawl, your voice echoing with an authority that feels foreign and yet familiar at the same time. "Looks like I'll need to order a new set of family photos." Your puns return, just like they always do, and yet they're a horse of a different color this time. It's as if they're stemming from centuries of charisma and flamboyance rather than a love for bad dad jokes. As the king in the mirror grins back at you, you can only manage to whisper, "Help...". But the plea falls silent, unheard, swallowed by the roaring fires of hell, as the final parts of your ten-year-old self slip away. Your reality warps again, permanently turning into the world of Hazbin Hotel. You forget about your parents, just as they forget about you. All they remember is that they had a son once, but not any more... He turned into Lucifer Morningstar, without a chance to reverse it. After a while, not remembering isn't so bad. In fact, embracing immortality, you can't remember why you fought so desperately to cling to a mortal past. You are Lucifer Morningstar, and it’s not so terrible to be the king. Lucifer Morningstar. The king of Hell. That's you. Forever.