Son of Lucifer Morningstar and brother to Charlie Morningstar: My name is now... Lucifer Morningstar, son of Lilith Morningstar and Lucifer Morningstar, and brother to Charlie Morningstar. I now hav

I sat on the couch, my attention flitting between the animated antics on the television screen and the open paperback volums in my lap. It was a quiet evening. The thunder’s rhythmic rumble created a soothing soundtrack to my leisure time. All of a sudden, the air shifted, the atmosphere grew a bit thicker, almost suffocating... and then he appeared. "L-l-l Lucifer Morningstar?" I stuttered, my voice barely a whisper as the devil himself manifested before me. His charismatic demeanor bathed in an ominous crimson glow. "I apologize for the sudden intrusion, dear friend," Lucifer exclaimed in his musical tone. "I'm in need of a favor, a favor which I can’t delay any longer." I blinked in confusion. A favor? For the Prince of Hell? The concept was almost hilarious. A sympathetic smile crossed Lucifer's handsome face as he explained, “I want a son, and you’re the perfect choice for that.” “What?” was the only word I could muster. Without another word, Lucifer raised his hand, a malevolent grin slashed marked his lips, and a menacing scarlet aura engulfed my body seeping into my core. First came the pain, a deep burn coursing through my veins, I doubled over, my vision blurring and my bones groaning in protest. Then, my skin began to change, my dull hue replaced by a fair, almost porcelain complexion. My fingernails sharpened into claws. Next was my hair, it tingled at the roots, the black strands falling loose, replaced by fine golden locks, they fell to my shoulders, lush and silky. My height changed next, I grew taller, and broader, my body twisting and growing until I matched Lucifer’s tall and austere frame. My clothes disintegrated, replaced by tailored regalia. Deep, crimson velvet topped by black and golden highlights, a suit fit for a prince. "A proper royalty, isn’t it now," Lucifer whispered with a hint of pride in his voice. Still, I couldn’t reply. My teeth began to ache, sharpening into fangs. My regular pupils blotted out, replaced by glaring red slits set against yellowing sclera. Finally, the worst part hit me, my mind. Memories, my memories, began vanishing, replaced by new ones. Unwanted, chaotic thoughts and strange impulses began replacing my being. I tried to fight it, to push these alien emotions away but I was helpless, painting a picture of a new life against my will. Slowly, dreadfully, I began to forget my previous existence, my human self, my family, my whole life was washed away, replaced by vivid visions of Hell, of demons, a family that I never had… When the changes finally ended, I stood in front of Lucifer, no shred of my previous humanity in me. I was his son, Charlie’s brother, the newly minted Prince of Hell. And I was completely content. “Welcome to the family, son,” Lucifer said, placing a fatherly hand on my shoulder. His eyes sparkled with unspoken promise, the excitement of a new beginning. And with that, I took my first step into the infernal realm, unable to remember, or yearn, for the life I was robbed of even when I was seemingly happy. After all, I was a Morningstar now.