The end result is the reader not only looking and sounding like Lucifer Morningstar, but he/she also feels and thinks like Lucifer Morningstar, with all of Lucifer's personality and memories (making

My, oh my, your senses are on overdrive. The smell of sulfur and brimstone grows stronger as you feel the peculiar brushing sensation of someone's hands on your body. Oddly enough, you do not feel any fear. Instead, you're filled with intense curiosity. The clash of reality sinks in quickly when you see the figure standing before you: Lucifer Morningstar himself. As you open your mouth to question, Lucifer's coy, devilish grin widens, his eyes glowing with amusement. "Oh quiet now," he says, lifting a finger to hush you. It's then you notice his finger glows with a strange, supernatural power. "This will only hurt for a second." Panic creeps into you as he effortlessly taps your forehead. The world goes blurry, darkness seeping into your vision. Every molecule in your body stings with an intense pain, shifting and altering rapidly. You can't resist, nor can you scream. Your skin stings like it's been kissed by fire, becoming as white as snow. The sensation is almost intoxicating, overwhelming. Your well-worn attire is complicit in your transformation, seemingly morphing of their accord as the fabric pulls tight and the colors fluctuate. It stretch around your figure, shrinking and reshaping until you're clad in a white high-collared suit, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. Heeled boots grow around your legs, climbing up to your knees. You can feel the burn of a ring forming on your left pinkie, solidifying in heavy gold. Your face is next. You can feel your eyebrows thicken, hair lighten. Your face grows uncomfortably hot as new eyelids grow over your eyes, a freakish sensation of eyes shifting in their sockets. Your eyes are no longer like a human's, instead becoming reptilian slits in a daunting field of piercing yellow, guarded by new and heavy purple eyelids. Your lips contort painfully into a black caricature of their former selves and teeth sharpens to a wicked point. A high, stinging pain alerts you to something forming atop your head. You'd almost mistake it for a headache, if not for the growing weight and the strange sensation of velvet brushing against your forehead. A white top hat adorns your head now, complete with the golden snake, red apple, and golden spikes. Suddenly, your mind whirls restlessly. Memories, thoughts, emotions not your own flood in, making you dizzy. Images of ruling Hell, of being with Lilith, your wife fuelled by as much passion and fiery love as Hell itself, of Charlie, your precious daughter, they all flash by too fast to truly understand. Your brain fights to cling onto your past experiences, your old memories, but they slip away like smoke. Eventually, fighting to hold onto them becomes too much. The you who you once were fizzles out, replaced by the grandeur and charisma of Lucifer Morningstar. You are no longer yourself. You open your altered eyes and flex your new hands, feeling more real than ever. Looking down at yourself, you see the mirror image of Lucifer. You feel the newness, the change, and yet, it feels so right. You find yourself grinning, mirroring the devilish, cocky smile of Lucifer. Everything you've experienced until now feels like a distant dream, an echo of a previous life. Now you are Lucifer Morningstar. You feel powerful, charming, magnetic, and you relish in it. You understand what it's like to rule Hell. You understand Lucifer's life, his love for his wife and daughter. You understand his witty nature, his charms... his every flaw and strength. Turning to Lucifer, who’s watching you with fascination, you say in a voice as smooth as velvet, "I am no longer the contemptuous viewer from another realm. I am Lucifer Morningstar."