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Question: Write a transformation story of Millie (from the Helluva Boss series) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change, age change, height progression, and mind/mental change (with Millie's personality and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite her best efforts of fighting these new personality and memories, making her, now him, completely forget he was an imp named Millie and only remembered ever being the king of Hell, a husband to Lilith Morningstar, a father of his daughter Charlie Morningstar, and being named Lucifer Morningstar). For Millie's appearance, she is a short imp with a long, devilish tail. She has red skin with white markings on her forearms and tail, eyes with yellow sclerae and black pupils, and long thick eyelashes that extend beyond the sides of her hair. She also wore shimmery, dark red eyeshadow, thick eyeliner and mascara, as well as black lipstick. Similar to her mother, she has two black horns with three thin white stripes and dark gray hair worn in a messy bob style with bangs that cover half of her right horn. She has a beauty mark on her left cheek and a gap between her front teeth. Millie also has a black tattoo in the shape of a heart on her left shoulder. Millie's head is noticeably more human-like (although still without a nose) than a lot of other imps, having rounder proportions and front teeth that usually appear flatter than the sharp conical teeth most demons have. Her usual attire dons an all-black color scheme with a tint of yellow; a simple black choker around her neck, with a cold-shoulder black crop-top, featuring golden-yellow buttons which holds the straps. She also dons a set of fingerless black gloves, complete with torn black denim-pants and black toeless footwear, exposing her hoof-like toes. Millie is a very lively and cheerful individual. Often with a smile on her face and rarely standing still, she is a clear extrovert and is not afraid to speak her mind. This is regardless to whether it's expressing her excitement or flipping off a co-worker. As the bruiser for I.M.P, she is shown to enjoy her job. Her meek exterior appearance belies a tough and very violent skillset. This is highlighted during a conversation Millie once had with her mother and sister. According to Moxxie, she is aggressive in "the sack" as well as her job. For Lucifer's appearance (after Millie turned into him), 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Millie found herself in an unfamiliar part of Hell. A shimmer of light snaked its way through the foul air, catching her eye. She glanced around to ensure no one from I.M.P was around. After all, she'd hate to hear Blitzo's voice chastising her about wandering off during work. “Curiosity killed the cat,” as the old saying went, but Millie was no cat, she was an imp—an adventurous imp who didn’t shy away from much. Driven by curiosity, she approached the light. It hovered just above a skeletal hand buried in a forsaken graveyard. Without a second thought, Millie reached out and touched it. Instantaneously, she felt a pull, like thousands of tiny hooks dragging her into the light. Her limbs seized up, her mind clouded, and darkness swallowed her whole. When she regained consciousness, Millie felt... different. Taller, heavier, her once long-devilish tail now nothing more than a vague memory. She lifted her hands and stared at them in stark disbelief—they were no longer her small, slender appendages but the large, elegant hands of a much older demon. Her skin had changed to a pure white, her nails sharp and manicured. "No, this can’t be happening!" Her voice sounded foreign to her ears—deeper, more refined. Panic surged through Millie as she touched her face, feeling a high collared suit sitting snugly against her transformed body. A glance into a cracked mirror revealed her worst nightmare: she was no longer Millie. She had become Lucifer Morningstar. Fighting desperately against the encroaching fog in her mind, Millie clawed at her memories. But they were slipping away, replaced by memories of grandeur and authority that were not her own. Memories of ruling Hell, a loving wife named Lilith Morningstar, and a daughter named Charlie... A husband and a father... "NO! I'm Millie! I work at I.M.P., I love Moxxie. I... I..." Her words faltered as Lucifer’s memories grew stronger, more vivid. The laughter of polka music echoed in her—no, his—mind as the last glaring pieces of Millie's identity were brutally supplanted. "Millie... Oh sweet Millie," the voice that emerged was smooth and regal. "She was delightful but unfit for royalty." Desperate to impede the change, Millie summoned images of Moxxie: his smile, the way his eyes twinkled when he saw her, the warmth of his embrace. But every flicker of hope dissolved into Lucifer’s broad, confident stride and the power condensing into the air around him. Lucifer examined his surroundings and the body he now inhabited with a smirk. "Well, what have we here?" His voice dripped with satisfaction, and he swung his cane topped with a shining apple. "Looks like someone’s been playing with forces beyond their comprehension. Tsk tsk, impish curiosity can be so... wonderfully useful." As Lucifer's memories solidified, Millie’s protests became fewer, fainter. The passion and ferocity that once defined her were now replaced by Lucifer’s cunning wit and regal demeanor. Every nuance of her existence faded into oblivion. In their place, the Dark Lord stood, his imposing form resplendent in a white high collared suit, topped with a wide-brimmed hat crowned by a golden snake. Lilith Morningstar drifted into the room, her elegant gait catching Lucifer's sharp eyes. "Lucifer, darling," she purred, "Finally you are back. I’ve missed you." A grin spread across Lucifer’s face. “And I, you, my queen.” He took her hand and kissed it with reverence. “The balance has been restored. As it should be.” “Father!” another voice called, more jubilant and youthful—his daughter Charlie. Her eyes brightened as they took in her father’s proper form. “I knew you’d return!” “Indeed, my dear,” Lucifer stated, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. “Hell won’t run itself.” In a split second, Millie's remaining essence dissipated, absorbed entirely into Lucifer's commanding presence. There was no more struggle, no remnant of her spirited, lively self. Lucifer Morningstar stood firmly, tall and lordly, the rightful King of Hell, cherished husband to Lilith, and proud father to Charlie. As they walked together down the grand halls of the palace, Lucifer mused whimsically, “Ah, I missed this. Polka, power, and family—does life get much better?” The trio disappeared into the palace's deep corridors, laughter and power coalescing around the Morningstar family, forever changing the shape of Hell as only true royalty could.
Millie's transformation began between the fiery and harsh surroundings of hell. Without any warning, a poignant magic encased her being, forcing change upon her that she’d neither sought nor wanted. "Something ain't right..." the spunky imp murmured to herself, her voice trembling with the growing unease. Her crimson skin began to change, shifting and casting off its natural hue to adopt an unnatural, ghostly white. Even as she willed herself to resist, her body seemed to have a will of its own. Her short, feisty stature began to stretch, gaining inches as her body seemed to expand and elongate. This was unlike any demonic growth she had come across before. Years seemed to be added to her age, each second resulting in a more significant change than the last. Millie cried out, unable to comprehend the horror she was experiencing. The once boisterous and strong demoness felt her strength waning, replaced by an unexplainable surge of power, something unfathomably greater. The characteristically devilish tail and cute horns metamorphosed, losing their glamour as her form continued to change. Her formerly imp-like features continued to disappear, rounding out the more human-like proportions she had. The eyeliner and mascara washed away, but her eyes maintained an eerie, red-slit gaze, bearing resemblance to a serpent. Losing her identity, Millie forced her mind to hold onto her past, her present. "I'm Millie, I'm Mill...." she muttered, struggling against the force that threatened to consume her. But the memories faded, replaced with new ones: memories of ruling Hell, being married to a woman named Lilith, and fathering a child, Charlie. Her clothes morphed, adding to the strange surrealness of her predicament. Her black tattoos and clothing discarded themselves, replaced by a crisp white overcoat, a red undershirt, and black bowtie. Her fingers felt the slick surface of a golden ring rest around her pinkie, while an apple-topped cane materialized in her hand. As her horrifying transformation concluded, the imp, Millie, found herself transformed into the Morningstar, renamed and reborn as Lucifer. A wicked grin formed on his face as he adjusted his wide-brimmed hat. "I always did enjoy watching a good show," Lucifer mused, his voice no longer Millie's soft, feminine one, but a smooth, masculine timbre. The king of Hell took pleasure in his pun, his familiar sense of humor making him chuckle. Despite the horror of the situation, he seemed unfazed. The transformation was complete, and Millie, who had once been a spunky, efficient imp, was no more. Lucifer stood amid the flaming pits of Hell, his memories, his personality replacing any remnants of the cheerful imp, leaving her existence buried under the mantle of the king of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. His flair for the dramatic and witty charm was the polar opposite of Millie's joyful extrovert nature. Seeming quite amused by the 'spectacle,' Lucifer chuckled to himself, "Well, this is a peculiar turn of events." Despite Millie's fight and determination, the transformation was not to be denied. It seemed almost ironic how, in a place of utter torment and punishment, such a profound tale of transformation would unfold. In the blink of an eye, Millie's energetic and boisterous life was replaced with Lucifer's extravagant and menacing lifestyle, forever changing the landscape of Hell.
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