Son of Lucifer Morningstar and Brother to Charlie Morningstar

The transformation process began as any other usual evening for you. Sitting in your comfortable chair, you were relaxing with a warm cup of tea and reading a favorite book. Suddenly, the peaceful silence of the evening was broken as your eyes were drawn to a strange manifestation of an elegant, regal figure materializing in the room. It was elegantly dressed in imposing attire and carried an enchanting aura of power around it. It was none other than Lucifer Morningstar. As Lucifer stepped forward, you were filled with a sense of dread and apprehension. However, the fear soon washed away, replaced with a strange calm as Lucifer cast a spell, making you the perfect subject for the transformation he intended. Fighting against it was futile; the power possessed by the Emperor of Hell was far beyond your human understanding. Your vision blurred momentarily as the changes started to take hold. The first sensation you felt was a softening part of your body - if you were a woman, it felt strange, unnerving. Your form was shifting, redefining itself under Lucifer's powerful magic, your body changing from feminine to masculine. Then, your hair started to lighten, its color fading from the hue you were born with till it shimmered a brilliant gold. As you reached up to touch it, you felt the texture of your skin changing too. It was becoming an alabaster white, strangely juxtaposed against your golden tresses. Next, came the sharp nagging feeling in your mouth. Touching your teeth with your tongue, you recoiled slightly at the unfamiliar sensation. They felt sharper, almost like fangs. As you reeled from this new change, your vision abruptly changed. You blinked, suddenly seeing the world differently through unusual red-slit pupils, your sclera had turned a frightening light yellow. You felt a strange expanse in your height, your body stretching thinner yet becoming more lean and athletic. Your dull everyday clothes faded to ashes, replaced by a regal attire that mirrored Lucifer's and Charlie's outlandish style and flamboyant color scheme. Then, came the strangest of manipulating forces that targeted your mind, your memories. As you struggled to hold on to your very essence, the effort proved fruitless. Memories of your humanity slipped away like sand through open fingers, replaced with new demonic experiences. The life you had led, your trials, your victories, your experiences, all began to disappear, substituted with fabricated memories of a son of the Morningstar family. Despite your best resistance, you started believing you were always a part of the Morningstar family, the son of Lilith and Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie's brother, and never a human. Suddenly, you no longer fought the illusion, finding inexplicable comfort in your new identity, embracing it without a second thought. The transformation was completed, and as you looked up to meet Lucifer's satisfied gaze, all you felt was a sense of belonging. You were happy, unaware of the life you had lived before and anticipating the new demonic adventures that awaited you as a part of the Morningstar clan. The last remnants of your human self were sealed away, locked behind demonic magic forever.