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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the teenage or adult male human reader (around 6 feet tall or so) instantly turning into the son of Lucifer Morningstar (from an adult animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with clothes change (the reader's human clothes instantly replaced by a new outfit similar or identical to Lucifer's outfit), age change (becoming a teenager or a young adult of between 15-22 years old biologically, being younger than Lucifer, despite now being even older than Earth itself and now being immortal like Lucifer), height regression to between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall (due to becoming a young fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the reader becomes shorter than his newfound father Lucifer), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with the Morningstar bloodline, similar to but not identical to Lucifer's voice, albeit in a somewhat younger voice), and instant mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced within seconds/minutes by a new personality and new memories of being part of the royal Morningstar family, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past mortal human self and everything before the transformation, and he can now only remember being a similar, possibly almost identical son to Lucifer Morningstar). For the reader's new self (now a young fallen angel rather than a normal and mortal human), he is shorter than his previous self (he is now between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall) and he is slightly shorter than Lucifer Morningstar's 6-foot height (due to the fallen angel reader's younger age than his previous age as a human and due to being younger than his newfound father Lucifer), he now has an unnaturally-slender body (having very thin, unnoticeable yet extremely powerful muscles and having no body fat) with a literally pure white skin, just like Lucifer Morningstar himself. The reader in this form has blonde slicked-back hair (with one tuft sticking out exactly like Lucifer's hairstyle), thick black eyebrows, thin black lips, a mouth full of sharp white teeth (not just the canine teeth being sharp, but all his teeth have also become sharp teeth), a large rosy-red circle on each cheek, and large yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids, like Lucifer, who is his new dad. The reader in his fallen angel form has no nose or ears, also just like Lucifer. Also, if the human reader had any, the fallen angel reader does not have any beard, mustache, sideburns, nor stubble, just as Lucifer doesn't have any facial hair other than eyebrows or eyelashes. The reader, now a son of Lucifer Morningstar, wears a similar or identical outfit to his newfound father (Lucifer). He also has immortality, every supernatural powers, his personality, and his preferences that are all completely identical to Lucifer's own immortality, supernatural powers, personality, and preferences (Lucifer's likes and dislikes). For Lucifer Morningstar's appearance (and no, he is not Satan, since Lucifer and Satan are separate characters), he is about 6 feet (1.8 meters) tall and he has pure white skin, blonde hair (which is short-cut and is slicked-back with one tuft sticking out), thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp white teeth, with a biologically mid-to-late 20s aged body (despite being older than Earth itself and Lucifer being immortal). He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes (which do not have irises) are light yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are light purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. Lucifer's white-red clothing is somewhat like a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared tailcoat suit with several golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped dress-shirt with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also wears a pair of long white poofy pants tucked under a set of heeled black knee-high boots, and black leather gloves which covers the majority of his hands. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. As a fallen angel, he possesses three pairs of white wings with red feathers, which he can materialize and extend from his coat. He is shorter than his daughter, Charlie (who stands over 6 feet, around 6 and a half feet tall), and his wife, Lilith (who stands over 6-and-a-half feet tall). Despite his very thin body, Lucifer has the following powers; Flight (able to summon his six bird-like angelic wings from his back and he is capable of flying), angelic power (as a fallen angel, he possesses very strong angelic power, which holds sway over the demonic power of his contemporaries), demonic magic (as King of Hell, Lucifer has accessity to demonic magic at a much higher level than his daughter), hand-to-hand combat, super strength (as the King of Hell and one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lucifer's strength is quite exceptional, as when he fought Adam he barely put any effort into the fight and easily defeating the powerful angel), shapeshifting (able to change into many forms at will, for example; according to the Story of Hell, Lucifer briefly took the form of a snake), size manipulation (Lucifer changes his size a few times during the song number "Hell's Greatest Dad" in the episode "Dad Beat Dad", first when he’s sitting on his throne in front of Charlie where he is very large, and the second being when he falls out of the slot machine where he is much smaller), duplication (he can create multiple copies of himself), portal creation (he is able to conjure portals as a means of instant transportation, which other demons can use), pyrokinesis (like his daughter, Charlie, he also has the power to manipulate fire at will), fire breath (in his full demon form, he can make fire come out of his mouth when he speaks), teleportation (he can teleport to any location by covering himself with glittery red mists), conjuration (he can create virtually anything he desires with a simple flick of the wrist, including but not limited to clothing, puppets, instruments, large fountains of champagne, and mountains of caviar), liquid manipulation (he is capable of carrying, manipulate, and throw yellow-colored liquid), and full demon transformation (when he takes on his full demonic form, as well as displaying his wings, he displays a pair of red horns with an orb of fire between them and a thin crown resembling a snake with an apple above his hat, while his eyes also change to have red sclera with yellow pupils, he also has a black devil-like tail with spikes that ends in a triangular tip with a red heart at the center, while demonic eyes also appear on the inside his coattails; a similar eye also appears on his bowtie, in addition, his entire body gives off a light white glow). He also has musical talent (similar to his daughter Charlie, Lucifer partakes in singing), instrumental talent (he's known to be quite a skilled in various instruments, including being a very skilled fiddle player; Lucifer also can play an accordion to a minor degree), and great craftsmanship (Lucifer spends his time making rubber ducks with various gimmicks such as flipping backwards and spitting fire). Here's Lucifer's personality; despite his status as the ruler of all of Hell, Lucifer possesses a grandiose and dramatic nature, acting very over-the-top in most situations. He often switches between being silly and theatrical to awkward and melancholic. Like Charlie, Lucifer is ambitious in what he believes in. According to the storybook that Charlie read in "Overture", Lucifer was an idealistic dreamer whose accidental creation of Hell and subsequent banishment to it caused him to give up his dreams. After he and Lilith separated, Lucifer went into isolation and fell into a depression. He coped by crafting and hoarding tons of rubber ducks, spending years in his home. This obsession also caused him to become estranged from his daughter, to the point where he barely calls Charlie at all. As a father, he falls short of expectations. Although he loves Charlie dearly, he seems to be preoccupied with his own problems. He seldom calls Charlie, and when he does, it's usually because he's bored or needs something. When Charlie reached out to him for help in setting up a meeting with Heaven, he was thrilled to hear from her. However, he couldn't recall where she was or what she was doing, even though she had shared her passion project, the Hazbin Hotel, with him months ago. He also wasn't aware that Charlie was dating someone, or that she was attracted to women. This indicates that, despite his love for Charlie, he doesn't communicate with her and hasn't built up a relationship with her. Although, it was shown that Lucifer was much closer to Charlie in her childhood, only becoming more distant in Charlie’s adulthood. While he is the King of Hell, Lucifer hardly rules over his subjects and leaves them to their own devices. Lucifer dislikes the Sinners of Hell and describes them as "violent, destructive psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as possible". According to him, they are all "the worst" and he does not believe they can be redeemed and he cares little for what happens to them. Despite his disapproval of sinners, Lucifer hints that he regrets his role in ever giving them free will due to what they had done with it and the consequences that came from this. On the other hand, Lucifer had arranged for a pardon of Hellborn demons with Heaven, ensuring that the Hellborn races and thus the other six rings of Hell, are untouched by the Exorcists during the yearly Exterminations. Although he understands his daughter's interest in rehabilitating Sinners, Lucifer is cynical about the idea of trying to save any of them, as he attempted to redeem sinners in the past, stating that Charlie doesn't know when he tried this all before, and that his dreams were too hard to defend. Since Heaven was so unwilling to listen to him in the past, he does not want Charlie to go through the same thing. However, she still manages to convince him to arrange a meeting in Heaven for her and Vaggie, which helps Lucifer regain faith in her plans. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. In the episode "The Show Must Go On," he arrived late, but joined the fight against Adam and the Exorcists, helping Charlie defeat them. He sometimes doesn't think about what he says, saying he'll "f*ck Adam" instead of saying he'll "f*ck Adam up." When Charlie corrected him, he asked what he said. He is not afraid to fight, as when he fearlessly battles against Adam. He isn't afraid to even p*ss off Adam by saying that he slept with Eve, which is left ambiguous if it either just to bait him or if it was true. He even gets carried away in fighting, like when he punches Adam over and over and was about to finish him off until Charlie stopped him. He shows more intimidation prowess when he orders Lute to take her friends and go home, but not without saying "please" in a polite manner. Here are Lucifer's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves his daughter Charlie (he even supports his daughter), the reader in his transformed fallen angel state (even supporting the now-fallen-angel reader), circus imagery, rubber ducks (including crafting rubber ducks), singing, caramel apples, pancakes, musical instruments, girls, and polka music. However he dislikes sinners demons (including having given sinners a chance), Alastor the Radio Demon, Heaven's rules (especially Heaven's hypocrisy), the Hazbin Hotel's name (including the Hazbin Hotel's bar), someone teasing about his short height, see his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) sad, and his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) getting in harm's way, and himself being separated from his wife Lilith. Here's the history of Lucifer Morningstar according to the Hazbin Hotel series (long before this transformation story took place); Prior to the creation of the Earth, Lucifer was an angel, said to be a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all creation, but the elders of Heaven saw him as a troublemaker who posed a threat to the order of their world. He watched as the angels began to expand the universe and the creation of Adam and Lilith. After Lilith left Adam, Lucifer met her in the Garden of Eden and the two dreamers fell in love with each other. Lucifer, with Lilith, wanting to share the power of free will, offered Adam's second wife, Eve, the Fruit of Knowledge, with this act (and unintentionally) evil made its way into the Earth which subsequently created Hell. As punishment, both Lucifer and Lilith (plus the reader's fallen angel self) were sent to Hell, where Lucifer could only see the cruel and the wicked that came from humanity. Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. In Hell, now a fallen angel, Lucifer became the ruler of all Hell on the basis of his angelic power, ruling over all the Demons that reside there (plus, the fallen angel reader lives with Lucifer, who is the father of the fallen angel reader). At an unknown point, Lucifer became part of an order of powerful demons called the Seven Deadly Sins, each member embodying a sin, with his being Pride. At some point, Lucifer married Lilith, and later fathered a daughter named Charlie Morningstar with his wife. At another point, Lilith left Lucifer for unknown reasons, which sent Lucifer into a deep depression and isolated himself from his kingdom and daughter as a means to cope. The reclusive Lucifer now spends his time in his home coping by crafting rubber ducks, mostly inactive ruling over Hell. At some point, he started a successful theme park called Lu Lu World that proved to be quite popular with the denizens of Hell. The story is that Lucifer Morningstar is depressed due to his loneliness due to not having his wife or daughter around in his home (since Lilith is separated (not divorced or dead, just left or separated from Lucifer for an unknown reason) and since Charlie has already moved on to work on redeeming sinner demons), and he wanted a second child (more specifically, a son) aside from his daughter (Charlie) of his own to help him not be so depressed from his loneliness, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader (who was about to sleep or was sleeping in his bed of his house for the night in the mortal realm) and sent the reader to the world of Hazbin Hotel (thus also making the reader 2D-animated and he now has the same cartoony art style as every other Hazbin Hotel character) before using his supernatural powers on the reader to literally transform the reader into his very own son in both body and mind (against the reader's will) within seconds or minutes, complete with the same immortality and supernatural powers as Lucifer Morningstar. During the physical transformation (not before the physical transformation is happening), the reader is horrified/frightened, being scared and not wanting his mortal life and memories to be replaced with those of an immortal being's life and memories, hoping that everything that was happening to him (as well as having Lucifer Morningstar and the Hazbin Hotel universe existing) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (by either closing eyes, slapping his own face, shaking his head, pinching himself, and/or by calling out for help from his human family and/or friends) to get out of this supposed nightmare (while the reader is crying with tears out of fear), but sadly for the reader, this is not a dream and it is all happening for real, with Lucifer letting the transforming reader know this is not a dream and his life in Hell as a fallen angel is all real, as well as confirming that it was the reader's old mortal human life which was all just a dream instead (and saying that the reader was sleeping, thus it all explains why the reader was dreaming about his now-false human life until now, making the reader truly and completely believe Lucifer and what Lucifer was saying to the now-fallen-angel reader, making the transformed reader genuinely happy). After the physical transformation ends (not just before the transformation), and the reader's mind/mental change is nearing its end, with the reader weakly calling for help from his human family/friends but to no avail (maybe saying "Someone... help me...!" or some words/speech similar to that) as well as crying out tears in horror for his fading mortal life/mind and not wanting his personality and memories to be completely replaced. While that is happening, Lucifer shows a true and genuine smile to the reader as he successfully comforts (and relaxes) the transforming reader with affection like a really good parent, including shushing/hushing with kindness, wiping away the transforming reader's tears, saying comforting, gentle/kindly, and fatherly words/speeches (for example, Lucifer would say something like "There, there, it's alright. Don't worry, my son. You're safe here with me. Everything's okay, don't be afraid. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me. Now wake up, my son." or some words/speech similar to that), as well as gently/comfortably hugging the transforming reader (and gently stroking/caressing the reader's now-blonde hair), making the mentally-changing reader feel completely comfortable (the reader now feels completely safe and protected thanks to his newfound father Lucifer Morningstar being with him) and enjoying Lucifer comforting the reader and, thus, the reader's memories and personality are completely replaced. After the transformation finishes, the reader mentally and literally wakes up from his sleep for real in Lucifer's home (more specifically, the reader wakes up in the fancy bed of the reader's new royal bedroom within Lucifer's royal home) in Hell as a fallen angel (having no memory of ever being a mortal human or anything before the transformation) and the fallen angel reader always knew that he was never a mortal human and knew he was and always had been a fallen angel (causing him to know that he was once a regular angel born to Lucifer and Lilith prior to his banishment from Heaven before being banished from Heaven to Hell with his parents for the same reason as how and why Lucifer and Lilith were banished from Heaven to Hell) that had lived for eons before Earth existed (the transformed reader remembers Charlie, who was born after the reader's and his parents' banishment to Hell, as his sister), even remembering that he had and always have immortality, supernatural powers, and six retractable angelic wings since, all of which since the dawn of time, like his newfound father (Lucifer). Despite the reader's efforts, he is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, completely removing all of his mortal/human memories, making him know that he was never a human and that he was and always has been a fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the transformed reader being given a new name (by Lucifer Morningstar) that fits with his new life (and the reader accepts the name given to him), and the reader is happy about his true fallen angel life/self and living with his caring, proud, and loving dad, Lucifer Morningstar (and Lucifer is happy about his son being always around him and nearby, with Lucifer truly loving his son, and the transformed reader truly loving his newfound father), thus permanently and completely turning the human reader into Lucifer's lookalike son. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
The night had been an ordinary one. You had slipped under your covers, drifting off into the world of dreams, just like any other night. Your room was dimly lit, the faint glow from your bedside lamp creating comforting shadows on the walls. As sleep embraced you, you had no idea that reality itself was about to be ripped apart. You felt a strange presence in your room, unsettling your rest. Before you could even fully awaken, you felt an invisible force pulling at you. Suddenly, the surroundings of your familiar bedroom started to warp and twist. "W-What is happening?" you cried out, your voice tinged with fear as the terrifying realization dawned upon you that this was no ordinary dream. Amidst the swirling chaos, a figure stepped forward, his appearance as surreal as the bizarre circumstances. He was tall, around six feet, with pure white skin, blonde hair slicked back with a tuft sticking out, thick black eyebrows, black lips, and sharp teeth that gleamed in the flickering light. You instinctively knew who he was—Lucifer Morningstar. "Welcome to my domain, my son," he spoke, his voice a mixture of cold authority and unexpected warmth. "I-I'm not your son. Let me go!" you demanded, but the words felt hollow even as they left your lips, your hope for this to be a dream already starting to crumble under his sinister gaze. As you writhed and struggled against the invisible bonds holding you, Lucifer reached forward, his fingers outstretched like tendrils. His touch was both icy and searing, a paradox that sent waves of numbing transformation through you. "This isn't real... This can't be real," you repeated desperately, trying to hold onto your sanity. You pinched yourself, slapped your face, even called out for help, but you were met with silence and the unyielding truth of your predicament. "Shh," Lucifer hushed, his voice oddly soothing yet chilling to the bone. "Don't worry, my son. Your mortal life was just a dream. This is your true reality." The changes in your body were rapid and terrifyingly thorough. You watched in horror as your once-tan skin began to bleach and smooth out into an unnatural, alabaster white. Your body regressed in height to a slim, delicate frame between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall. Your human clothes faded away, replaced seamlessly by attire that mirrored Lucifer's—the wide-brimmed hat, the immaculate tailcoat, the poofy pants, the heeled boots, and the black gloves. "No! No, this can't be happening!" you screamed, feeling every inch of humanity slip away from you, tears streaming down your face as you fought futilely against the transformation. Your hair turned to a slicked-back blonde, one rebellious tuft sticking out. In the reflection of Lucifer's eerily peaceful eyes, you saw your own features morphing—the eyes turning a piercing yellow with red slit pupils, thick black eyebrows forming, the red circles appearing on your cheeks, your lips thinning to a stark black line over sharpened white teeth. "Someone... help me...!" your voice cracked, the plea falling into the abyss of hopelessness as your memories began to evaporate, replaced by eons of celestial history. You felt like drowning, your mortal memories slipping through your fingers no matter how tightly you tried to hold onto them. Lucifer's presence grew overwhelming, enveloping you. He took you in his arms, embracing you tenderly. "There, there, it's alright. Don't worry, my son. You're safe here with me. Everything's okay, don't be afraid. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me. Now wake up, my son." He shushed your sobs, his cold hand coming up to wipe away the tears from your cheeks, stroking your hair that now matched his. His words, his warmth, his presence... they became everything to you. Your fears melted away under his soothing voice, and you felt a new sense of belonging and comfort. As your new memories solidified, all traces of your human self vanished. You felt a profound connection to Hell, to Lucifer, and to your new identity. Everything before—the mortal life, the human experiences—faded into an echo of a forgotten past. Immortal and powerful, just like your father, you woke up in your luxurious bed in Lucifer's grand home, feeling fully at ease for the first time. "Morning, my son," Lucifer's voice called gently as he entered your room, a genuine smile lighting up his face as he saw you awaken. "Good morning, Dad," you responded, without hesitation. The word 'Dad' felt right, it felt real, and it was all you ever knew. You had a new name now, gifted by Lucifer, fitting your new life perfectly. You embraced it, proud and happily accepting your role. Your new life stretched out before you, a canvas as eternal as your existence, and you were content, surrounded by the warmth and love of your newfound father. Lucifer looked at you with pride and love glimmering in his eyes. "Come, my son. We have much to do today. You have so much to learn about your powers and our realm." You grinned, standing by his side, ready to face whatever lay ahead. You were Lucifer Morningstar's son, and that was all you ever needed to be.
Your eyelids felt heavy as you struggled to stay awake. The day had been long, and it was finally time to collapse in the comfort of your bed. The familiar warmth of your blanket wrapped around you, you closed your eyes and let sleep take over. You had no idea that this would be the last time you would feel the comfort of your mortal bed. Dreams took shape in your mind, surreal yet vivid. Until, suddenly, you felt a jolt. Your eyes snapped open. You weren't in your room anymore. Instead, an otherworldly space filled with hues of red and black surrounded you. In front of you stood a figure, clad in white and red aristocratic attire, intricate and detailed like a circus ringmaster. His wide-brimmed top hat and striking eyes made his identity undeniable. "Welcome," Lucifer Morningstar greeted with an air of regality, "to your new life." "Wh-what is going on?" you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest. Lucifer’s grin widened. "You have been chosen. From now on, you are my son." Before you could react, Lucifer raised his hand, a strange energy cascading from it and enveloping you. Your body felt as though it were under siege, shifting and changing in a way that defied all logic and sense. "No, this is just a dream," you thought, desperately clinging to that hope. You closed your eyes, slapped your face, pinched yourself, doing everything to wake up from this nightmare, but nothing worked. The fear in your chest grew, tears began welling up in your eyes. "It’s not a dream," Lucifer whispered, his voice both soothing and authoritative. "Your life as you knew it was the dream. This is your reality now." The sensation was overwhelming. Your bones and muscles seemed to contract and stretch simultaneously. You looked down, seeing your skin bleaching into a pure, unnatural white. Your height decreased, leaving you shorter and your body becoming unnaturally slender with a ghostly pallor. Your clothes morphed into an outfit similar to Lucifer's, elegant and befitting a prince of Hell. You cried out as sharp pains pricked your gums - all your teeth morphing into sharp, predatory fangs. Your eyes burned, then turned a glowing, eerie yellow with red slit pupils. Blonde hair sprouted on your head, styled identically to Lucifer's. The reflection of your transformation imprinted on your mind, terror clawing at you even as the new personality and memories began to override your own. "Help me... someone... help me...!" you whimpered weakly, tears flowing down your altered cheeks, your voice now eerily resembling Lucifer's but younger. "There, there. It's alright," Lucifer's voice was suddenly gentle as he came closer, wrapping you in a firm yet comforting embrace. "Don't worry, my son. You're safe here with me. Everything's okay, don't be afraid. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me. Now wake up, my son." His words seeped into your mind, a strange comfort that dulled the edges of your fear. Lucifer wiped your tears away and gently caressed your hair as though you had always been his beloved child. You felt your old self slipping further and further away, the new memories filling every crevice of your mind. You remembered eons of existence, your banishment from Heaven along with your parents. You knew now that you had always lived in Hell, with immortality and powers just like Lucifer's. As you opened your eyes for real, you found yourself lying in a lavish, elegant bed in what was clearly a royal bedroom. The sheets were soft, and the room exuded warmth and opulence. You sat up, feeling a sense of belonging. The door opened, and Lucifer entered with a proud, loving smile. "Good morning, my son," he said warmly. “Good morning, Father,” you responded automatically, the new memories firmly in place, touching the solid ground of your true existence. You stood up, feeling entirely different yet entirely right. "Let's get ready. There's so much to do today," he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You felt a deep bond, genuine love and adoration for Lucifer, your father. You couldn't imagine existing without him, and any thought of your former mortal life felt like hazy, forgotten dreams, unreal and distant. Your new name fit perfectly, given by Lucifer along with your new identity. You embraced it with joy, knowing you had always been a part of the Morningstar royal family. Lucifer's presence filled you with pride, and you eagerly looked forward to the immortal adventures that lay ahead, together with your loving father. The transformation was complete, irrevocable. You were now truly, and forever, the son of Lucifer Morningstar.
This is a unique and complex request. Here's a POV transformation story as outlined, with the necessary changes and quotes: --- You lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, the heavy weight of sleep beginning to take over. The day's stressors fade away. The darkness of your bedroom and the comfort of your bed make you feel secure. Your eyes flutter shut, and you drift into what you think is a deep, restful sleep. A sudden shiver runs through your body, and the darkness around you changes. You blink, your vision becoming clearer, and you're no longer in your bedroom. Perplexed, your eyes dart around, absorbing the grandeur of a new, unfamiliar place. Glancing down, you see that the clothes you wore to bed have vanished, now replaced by something unexpected—a lavish white and red suit that seems to embody royalty and elegance. "What's happening?" you mutter to yourself, anxiety creeping into your voice as you touch the unfamiliar fabric of your new clothes. Your body feels different. Warmer. Changing. "Do not be afraid." A voice, deep and commanding yet strangely comforting, booms through the room. You look up to see a tall, imposing figure—a man exuding an aura of both authority and glamour. His blonde hair slicked back with a tuft sticking out, eerily similar to yours now, and those distinctive yellow snake-like eyes with red slit pupils strike an intimidating chord. This can only be Lucifer Morningstar. "W-where am I? What's going on?" you stammer, the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears. "This is not your realm, my son," Lucifer answers, his voice softening as he steps closer. "Your mortal life was merely a dream. You are part of the Morningstar family, and it's time to wake up." His words send a cold dread through your spine. The surroundings fade, your vision narrowing as your body starts to feel weaker, yet you sense a strange power-growing inside you. Your height shrinks, the world around seeming to expand, your frame slimming dramatically. Every muscle in your body transforms, becoming streamlined and more potent than they ever were in your mortal life. "No... this can't be real," you murmur, tears streaming down your now rosy-red cheeks as you touch your face, feeling the lack of ears and nose. Your fingers brush over your sharp teeth and slicked-back blonde hair. You pinch yourself in desperation, trying to wake up from this nightmarish reality, but the pain confirms it's all too real. "Please," you whisper, struggling to hold onto fleeting memories of your human life, "someone... help me!" The old you begins to fade. Memories of mundane human experiences disintegrate, replaced by eons of knowledge and moments spending eons in the surreal, fire-lit world of Hell. You remember the laughs and tears with your dad, Lucifer Morningstar, and your sister, Charlie. The world shifts, your mortal past erased in favor of your true identity. "There, there," Lucifer gently hushes you, a comforting smile crossing his face as he wipes away your tears with a gloved hand. He pulls you close into a tender embrace, his touch somehow quelling your fear. "It's alright, my son. Don't worry. You're safe here with me. Everything's okay. That mortal life was merely a dream. You have always been a fallen angel like me. Now wake up, my son." You feel his words wrap around you like a protective blanket. Gradually, the fear melts away, replaced by the safety of his presence. You take comfort in his soothing tone, leaning into his embrace as he strokes your hair. "I... I'm safe?" you ask, your voice now lighter, clearer, becoming more akin to his. Your fears dissolve, and the remnants of your human memories evaporate as though they'd never existed. "Yes, you are," Lucifer assures. "You're home, with me. Your true family." You open your eyes again from a different perspective this time. You find yourself awakening in an ornate, luxurious bedroom, the rich decor telling tales of ancient splendor. It's your room, in your true home—Lucifer's home. No, your empowered self realizes, it's now your home because you're his son. You remember everything distinctly now, the wars fought together, the laughter and endless creation of rubber ducks in the isolated sanctuary. "Father," you say, the word feeling so right, so natural as you smile up at him. Lucifer smiles back and places a hand on your shoulder. "Welcome home, my son." You realize with certainty, you've always been who you are now—an immortal fallen angel, the son of Lucifer Morningstar. You feel pride swelling within you, excitement about the endless possibilities of your power and new life. You feel the boundless love from your father, knowing now that this is your true identity, and you welcome it with a grateful heart. Your kingly attire, your supernatural abilities, your knowledge of eons, all fitting perfectly like pieces in a grand puzzle. Your transformation is complete, and you are home at last. --- The story now brings you into the intimate psychological transformation of turning into Lucifer Morningstar’s son, blending physical changes with emotional comfort and a complete rewire of your memories.
It was a serene evening, and you had just settled into your bed, thoughts already drifting towards sleep. The familiar comforts of your room brought a sense of relaxation. As you began to slip into slumber, a sudden, overwhelming sensation jolted you awake. Disoriented and panicked, you barely registered the looming figure standing over you. You tried to scream, but no sound escaped your lips. Without warning, an immense force enveloped you, lifting you from your bed and dragging you through an incomprehensible void. Shadows and flashes of colors began swirling around, and a deep, melodic voice whispered into your mind, "Welcome, my son." You recognize that voice from somewhere you can't quite place, yet it's simultaneously comforting and alarming. The void swallows you completely, leaving you floating in nothingness. Your heart pounds furiously as you struggle against the invisible force, trying desperately to wake up from what you hope is just a terrible nightmare. "No, this is real. You're coming home," that same voice echoes in your head. Out of the darkness, Lucifer Morningstar's figure emerges, his appearance unmistakable – pure white skin, slicked-back blonde hair, and piercing yellow eyes with slit pupils. "What... what is happening?!" you cry, your voice trembling, but it's swallowed by the endless void. Lucifer steps closer, his presence both intimidating and oddly comforting. "You are my son. Your mortal life was just a dream," he says, a hint of sorrow and regret in his voice. Hands glowing with supernatural energy, he reaches out towards you. Fear courses through your veins as you try to resist, "No! Please! This isn't real!" you plead, tears streaming down your face. "It is real, my son. Embrace your true self," Lucifer responds with a mix of authority and gentleness. His hands touch you, and an intense warmth spreads through your body, replacing the chill of fear momentarily. Your skin begins to tingle as a strange, tingling sensation spreads through you. Your hands start trembling uncontrollably, fingers elongating and morphing to match Lucifer's slender form. You gasp in horror, eyes widening as your arms follow suit, the transformation sweeping rapidly over your body. "No! This can't be happening!" you scream, trying to shake off the changes. But the reality of the situation tightens its grip on you. Your muscles contract and reshape, becoming more defined yet remarkably slender and powerful. Your skin turns a pure, striking white, devoid of any imperfections, and a rush of energy pulses through you as your height begins to regress. You feel yourself shrinking, muscles reconfiguring to fit your new form. Lucifer's smile widens as he gently strokes your hair, which has now transformed into a similar slicked-back style as his. "There, there, my son. Do not be afraid," his words are like a soothing melody, washing away your remaining resistance. Your voice changes, becoming more like his but younger. "Please... someone... help," you weakly call out in a fading whisper, desperation clinging to your every word. "This can’t be real…" "It is real, and you are safe here, with me," Lucifer's voice is a gentle lullaby, each word chipping away at your fear. He wipes away your tears, his touch bringing a level of comfort you had never known before. "It’s okay, my son. Everything’s okay now. That mortal life was just a dream, not real. You are and always have been a fallen angel, my son." A serene feeling starts to permeate your thoughts, the fear and confusion giving way to an overwhelming sensation of safety and belonging. Lucifer's comforting embrace feels entirely genuine, and his words resonate deeply within you. "I... I’ve always been your son," you hear yourself say, starting to believe it completely. "Yes, you have," Lucifer whispers, holding you close and stroking your hair. "Embrace your true self. Wake up, my son." As the final remnants of your human memories and personality fade into oblivion, replaced by new memories, your soul recognizes the familiar warmth of a father's embrace. Your new life, your true life, becomes clear – you have always been a fallen angel, the son of Lucifer Morningstar, bearing his likeness and sharing his supernatural powers and immortality. You awaken in your new royal bedroom, feeling a sense of calm and belonging. Your memories are now full of countless eons spent with your father, ruling and existing before the dawn of Earth. Gone are traces of your human existence. You rise from your bed and look at your reflection, recognizing the face that gazes back at you – the face of Lucifer's son. Lucifer enters the room, beaming with pride. "Good morning, my son. How do you feel?" he asks, with endless love in his voice. You smile back, feeling authentic happiness and love for your father. "I feel perfect, Father. Thank you for always being there for me." Lucifer's smile grows warmer. "You will always be safe here, my son. Welcome home." And so, the transformation is complete. The human life you once knew is forever gone, replaced by a new existence as Lucifer Morningstar's beloved son in the depths of Hell.
You lay in your bed, exhausted from a long day. The comforting embrace of sleep starts to take hold when a sudden sensation of being relocated causes you to jolt awake. Instantly, you find yourself in a place that feels oddly unreal. Shadows twist and churn around you in swirls of darkness and flame. An eerie presence fills the atmosphere, making the hairs on your neck stand up. Before you can process what's happening, a figure steps forward—he’s tall, dressed in red and white like a circus ringmaster, with large yellow eyes featuring red slit pupils and light purple eyelids. You recognize him immediately. Lucifer Morningstar— the King of Hell from "Hazbin Hotel." Your heartbeat quickens as you try to rationalize the situation. "Is this some kind of dream?" you whisper, your voice tremoring. Lucifer's gaze locks onto yours with a soft, knowing smile. "No, my curious mortal. This is far from a dream. It's time you embrace your true self." A wave of fear floods your mind. "True self? What are you talking about?" "In due time, you will understand," Lucifer replies, his voice soothing yet commanding. Before you can react, a burst of energy rushes through your body. The world around you blurs, and a strange force grips you tightly. Your mind races, and you try desperately to fight back. "No! I don't want this—please, let me wake up!" Yet, as the transformation begins, you feel your body shrinking, your limbs reshaping. The sensation is both overwhelming and terrifying. "Someone... help me..." you manage to cry out, your voice feeble, nearly drowned out by the sound of your clothes changing rapidly to mimic Lucifer's elaborate outfit. You close your eyes, slap your face, shake your head—anything to wake yourself up from this nightmare. But Lucifer's voice cuts through your chaotic thoughts. "There, there, my son. You were merely dreaming of a mortal life. Now you’re waking up to reality." Your skin turns pure white, your hair shifts color and style to blonde with a tuft sticking out in a familiar fashion. Thick black eyebrows form above large yellow eyes with red slit pupils. Rosy red circles appear on your cheeks. You cry in horror, feeling your nose and ears disappearing. "Don't worry, my son. You're safe here with me," Lucifer’s voice reassures you as he gently wipes away your tears. You feel his comforting touch as he hugs you tightly, his hand stroking your now-blonde hair. "Everything's okay. Don't be afraid." You feel an unnatural relaxation wash over you, the edges of your human memories already fading, slipping away. The immortal truth about your existence replaces them, your identity as Lucifer's son solidifying uncontested. Your transformation is almost complete. Finally, with a last breath of your past self, you fully awaken in a lavish bed within a grand bedroom detailed with opulence that befits royalty. You touch your face, feeling the unfamiliar yet real contours of your new fallen angel form and—who you always were, what you always have been. Immortality and a wealth of supernatural powers flow through you effortlessly, knowledge as ancient as Hell itself cascading through your mind. You sit up, now fully aware and wholly yourself—a son of Lucifer Morningstar. You catch Lucifer, your father, watching you with a proud and loving gaze. He steps closer and gently places a hand on your shoulder. "Welcome back, my son. Your time as a pretender is over. From this moment onward, you are home." "Thank you, father," you respond, the words feeling natural and completely genuine. As you stand, now shorter and slenderer than your past human self, you feel a deep connection and unwavering loyalty to Lucifer. Living with him, knowing that he supports and loves you, fills you with warmth and contentment beyond anything you’ve ever dreamed of in your mortal existence—the existence that was but a fleeting illusion. Lucifer smiles brightly, true happiness radiating from him. “Together,” he declares, “we will reign supreme.” “Yes, father,” you affirm, every fiber of your being filled with pride and eternal devotion to him. Your transformation is complete, irrevocable. As the son of Lucifer Morningstar, you are finally and truly where you belong.
### Transformation Story: Becoming the Son of Lucifer Morningstar You find yourself drifting off to sleep in your familiar bed, the night casting its protective shadow around you. But suddenly, a jarring sensation whisks you away from the security of your human realm. Your eyes snap open and there's a figure standing at the foot of your bed—a tall, imposing figure clothed in a white-red suit, complete with a wide-brimmed top hat. "Lucifer... Morningstar?" you mumble in disbelief, the very thought of this being impossible, a figment of fiction. A dark chuckle escapes his lips. "Exactly. And tonight, you, my dear child, are coming with me." Before you have time to comprehend or react, you are wrenched from your bed and plunged into a vivid, 2D animated world of Hell. The colors around you, bright yet dark, overwhelm your senses, the transition tangible like you're breaking through a paper-thin barrier between worlds. "What's happening to me?" you stammer, feeling your heartbeat accelerating in fear. Your human clothes disintegrate, replaced by a white and red circus ringmaster suit eerily similar to Lucifer's own. Panic grips you as your body responds to invisible forces, reshaping and transforming against your will. "Lucifer, stop! Please! I don’t want this!" You can feel your height decreasing, limbs and torso shrinking to a height of about 5.5 feet. Your muscles grow taut and strong, though hidden under an unnaturally slender frame. "This can't be real. This can't be happening!" you cry out. Your skin drains to a pure white, and you watch in horror as your hair morphs into sleek, golden locks with a tuft sticking out exactly like Lucifer’s. The tears streaking down your now-paler cheeks seem hotter, resembling the burning fire within you. "This isn't real! I'm dreaming! Mom, Dad, help me! Please, anyone!" you scream, your voice rising to a higher, almost juvenile timbre. "This is real," Lucifer intones firmly, his voice soothing yet absolute. "Your mortal life was but a dream, and this is your awakening." Your vision blurs with the intensity of the transformation. Your eyes widen to unnaturally large, yellow irises without pupils, and your mouth fills with sharp, pearly teeth. It’s painful but brief, and eerily you find yourself unable to resist it any longer. Some deep part of you reluctantly accepts the changes as sharp pain wracks through your ... wings? Yes, wings erupting from your back, six in total, pure white with red feathers. "Someone... help me...!" you manage to cry out one last time as the final shards of your human identity slip away. Tears continue to pour as you realize your memories are fading of who you were, replaced by eons of life as a fallen angel. Lucifer approaches, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. "There, there, it's alright. Don’t worry, my son. You’re safe here with me." His voice is soft, almost fatherly. He wipes away the tears with a gloved hand. "Everything's okay. Don’t be afraid. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You've always been a fallen angel, like me. Now wake up, my son." The comfort, oddly enough, seeps deep within you. No longer do you remember the panic, fear or the cries for help as warmth replaces every lingering trace of humanity. You feel completely safe, protected under Lucifer’s wing—both figuratively and literally. --- You open your eyes in a lavish, royal bedroom. The velvet sheets brushing against your skin, as you sit up realizing you’re no longer... mortal. Memories flood your mind: your angelic birth, your life with your sister Charlie and your father in Hell. You know you have always been this way, an immortal fallen angel, the pride of Lucifer Morningstar. "Good morning, my son," Lucifer says, standing in the doorway with a proud smile. "How do you feel?" You rise and exit the bed, a smile spreading on your thin black lips. "Wonderful, Father," you respond, your voice ringing with exact certainty. "It feels good to be home." Lucifer embraces you once more, ruffling your golden hair. "I'm glad you are here with me. Together, we'll make Hell a place worthy of our name." You nod, your heart filled with love and your mind free of any doubts. The transformation is complete, permanent, and as you look into Lucifer’s eyes, you know that this is your true self. All traces of your past life are gone, replaced by the joy of living with your loving father. The past—your mortal, human existence—is nothing but a faint, implausible dream. You are the son of Lucifer Morningstar, and you are exactly where you belong.
Below is a POV transformation story using your prompts, with some adjustments for readability and cohesiveness. This is written in a second-person point of view, more commonly known as "you point of view," which is more appropriate for POV reader stories: --- You yawned, pulling up the covers as you settled into your bed. Your weariness was closing in, a long day had passed. Just before you drifted off, an otherworldly crimson glow seeped through your closed eyelids. Opening your eyes in startled confusion, you found yourself surrounded by a swirling red portal. Out from it stepped a figure, tall and commanding, yet elegant - Lucifer Morningstar himself from the Hazbin Hotel universe. "Welcome home, my son," His voice was rich and smooth, yet there was a light threatening edge to it. You felt a chill run down your spine, eyes wide in terror. Lucifer saying this to you made no sense, you were a human, not a fallen angel. A twinge of panic set in but you tried to stay calm. "Looks like everything requires a fitting facade," he remarked casually, lifting an eyebrow with a lazy grin. In the next moment, you felt a sharp tug at your consciousness. A searing surge of power enveloped your body, it felt as if your very DNA was being unwound and reconfigured. Looking down, you saw your clothes warp and shift into something similar to Lucifer's attire itself. Panic set in as you beheld your reflection, appearing younger, but unmistakably similar to that of your abductor. Your height decreased, with you standing about 5.7 feet tall now, shorter than Lucifer. Your body slimmed down, muscles unnoticeably becoming powerful and lean as you noticed your skin, once tan, was now an abnormal, pure white. Your hair darkened to a sharp blonde, styled akin to Lucifer's iconic slicked-back look. You tried to deny the reality of what was happening, eyes snapping shut as you hastily pinched yourself, hoping to wake up from the nightmare, but the unnerving sensation persisted, it was all real. "My poor mistaken child," Lucifer's tone was filled with a hair of sympathy, "You’ve always been a fallen angel, you just have forgotten." You opened your eyes, fear fueling your throws of denial, but Lucifer understood your turmoil. He paused the transformation, adopting a softer, cerulean aura. He reached out a comforting hand, placing it gently on your cheek, wiping away your stray tears, whispering reassurances in a tender, fatherly tone. "Relax, my son, you're safe now. This mortal life... it was never the truth. You've always been a fallen angel, like me." The chaos inside your body resumed, physical change transitioning to psychological. You felt your memories slipping, replaced with recollections of a beautiful paradise, Heaven. Following it, the painful banishment to Hell, centuries of existence, aging yet not aging, and an unfathomable amount of knowledge flooding your cognition regarding the universe. Your cries for help from your worn-out human life echoed in the grand halls, falling on deaf ears, lost in oblivion, as the new consciousness swallowed your past entirely. With the process completed, you emerged anew in the grandeur of Lucifer’s royal quarters. Now as his son, with a new name that feels fitting, memories of your old human life were but faint whispers. You had always been a fallen angel, part of the Morningstar family. Your father's proud smile warmed your soul as you rose to your feet, feeling powerful, alive, and whole, at last accepting your true identity. Despite initial terror, you had embraced your transformation. With your newfound father Lucifer, you felt a genuinely profound connection, something you had been unknowingly longing for in your old human life. You acknowledged your perpetual, infinite immortality, cherishing the fascinating world of Hell you now belonged to, and the eternal bond with your newfound father Lucifer Morningstar. --- I hope this portrayal captures the transformation you are seeking for the reader character. I've ensured to keep it as accurate as possible to the original descriptions and character traits provided. Please let me know if any adjustments or changes are required.
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