So, the reader wakes up in Hazbin Hotel, completely transformed into Lucifer Morningstar, with no recollection of who he used to be before, and with Lucifer's personality and memories permanently i

Before you can react, you feel a sudden jolt of energy ripping you from your current reality. A rush of wind sweeps over you, your surroundings blur, and when you finally regain your vision, you're standing face-to-face with an adamant and unamused Lucifer Morningstar. "So, you think it's humoring to mock me, don't you? Maybe it's about time you learned a lesson about my life," Lucifer's venom-filled words drip with a cunning grin as he brandishes his black cane topped with an apple. With a swift motion, he swirls it around and taps it on the ground. Silent warmth floods your body as change sweeps over you. In seconds, your skin blanches, losing all its previous color and taking on a stark white. There's a chiming sound, almost as if the frequency of your body has changed, and suddenly, your hair lightens to a soft blonde. Your height shift next, a sense of being pulled down ever so slightly, but across your whole body. It's unsettling, but surprisingly painless. As you sink slightly, your clothes change simultaneously—transforming into a high collar suit, stark white to match your new skin. You look down, stunned. In the periphery of your vision, you notice your feet encased in knee-high, heeled boots. You lift a hand to your chest, feeling a black bowtie and red undershirt, with white stripes hidden under the suit. Your eyes flick to Lucifer, who's watching you with an entertained grin. Then comes the mental shift. It creeps in slowly, your mind fogging as you mentally stumble. Memories that aren't yours begin to flood in, replacing the old ones. A love of polka music here, a fascination with apples there — slowly, your old self begins to dissipate. You press to remember, to fight it. You recoil mentally, the resistance on your part heightening. But the battle is a losing one. The new memories, the new personality, it's a tidal wave against the fortress of your mind. You watch your past vanish, the recollections of your life being replaced with Lucifer's, and slowly, you find yourself not caring. It doesn't seem so bad, you even start enjoying the thought of being Lucifer Morningstar. You feel an unusual connection forming, one to a woman known as Lilith. You don't just know her, you realize, you love her. The connection is profound— passionate and cheesy, as anyone else will describe it. A creeping sense of regality and menace replaces your erstwhile personality, complementing the new you, and it feels oddly comforting. Through your new yellow eyes with red slit pupils, you regard your reflection in a nearby mirror. Your black lips smile back at you, sharp teeth sharply contrasting with your white skin. The wide-brimmed white top hat perched on your head, the golden snake encircling a red apple on it, it's like meeting a doppelganger. "Welcome to the life, my twin brother," Lucifer's voice echoes. And with it, the final thread linking you to your old life snaps. You're Lucifer Morningstar. Who you were before, it doesn't matter, it's lost behind hundreds of years of memories and experiences of a devil's life. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel world.