"The Fallen Angel's Awakening: A Transcendent Transformation into Royalty"

**A New Dawn: From Mortal to Morningstar** --- You feel a deep unease as you walk through the dimly lit corridor of your house, the familiar surroundings seemingly warped and twisted in your mind. Despite the calm evening outside, a chill runs down your spine. You shrug it off, attributing it to sleep deprivation. It's late, and you head to your room, ready to call it a night. As you lay back on your bed, pulling the blanket over yourself, your eyelids grow heavy. You begin to slip into slumber when a sudden sensation washes over you, like ice crawling up your spine. You snap your eyes open, your room now shrouded in a crimson glow. A figure stands at the foot of your bed, tall and strikingly elegant, yet intimidating. It's him. Lucifer Morningstar, as if plucked right from the animation you once found fascinating. “W-what’s happening?” you stammer, heart pounding. Lucifer offers a charming, yet menacing smile. "You are to be my son," he says simply, his voice smooth and sinister. Before you can protest, he's already begun. Your body feels like it's melting and reshaping itself. Panic overtakes you as you try to comprehend the changes. Your clothes tear away, replaced by the extravagant design of Lucifer's own attire. Your height diminishes, your body shortening to somewhere between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall. Through your fear, you sense your skin bleaching to pure white, your muscles growing thin yet powerful, and your facial features morphing to mimic his unsettlingly charming visage. “No! This can’t be happening! I-I’m human!” You clutch your head, a vain attempt to retain your fleeting memories. The feel of slicked-back blonde hair between your fingers only increases your terror. “Mom, Dad, someone help me!” you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks. Lucifer watches, an almost paternal sorrow in his eyes, as if he regrets the inevitability of what he has set in motion. "Fear not, my son. This realm, this identity, this life is the true reality. That mortal existence—it was but a fleeting dream." He steps closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, though it does nothing to quell your panic. “There, there. It's alright, don’t be afraid. You’re back where you belong.” You feel your teeth sharpen within your mouth, your eyes growing larger and adopting a snake-like appearance with slit pupils. Your ears and nose disappear, replaced by the smoothness of your new, unsettling face. “No, no... I have to... remember!” you gasp, the tug between two realities battling within your mind. “Shush, now,” Lucifer hushes you gently, his thick black eyebrows knitting together in genuine concern. He wipes away your tears and guides you to a bed, familiar yet foreign in its opulence. He lowers you gently onto it, his touch surprisingly tender. “You were always a dreamer, like me,” Lucifer muses, gently stroking your now-blonde hair. A melody begins to fill the room, Lucifer’s voice quiet yet powerful, singing a Hell-born lullaby: *“In shadows deep, where fallen angels weep,* *Lie down, dear child, your nightmares to keep.* *With wings of white, we take our flight,* *Through eternal night, till morning's light.”* Each soothing verse wraps around you like a comforting embrace, making you feel inexplicably safe despite the horrors unfolding within you. Your tears stop, the lullaby's power too potent to resist. “Someone… help… me…” Your plea is weak, your voice barely above a whisper. “Everything will be fine,” Lucifer coos, his embrace warm yet firm. “You are home, you are safe here with me.” Your resistance fades as sleep beckons, and as the lullaby continues, your mortal memories dissolve entirely. You now clearly recall a grand, celestial beginning—your birth in Heaven, the blissful time spent before your fall. The memory of a life between your true parents Lucifer and Lilith, the ephemeral existence in a celestial plane, and the subsequent turmoil of banishment solidifies in your mind. Your childhood is painted with the light of Heaven, shadowed by Hell's dark embrace. *“Your dreams of old, now tales retold,* *In golden halls, where wings unfold.* *With every tear, cast aside your fear,* *Now sleep, dear child, the end is near.”* As Lucifer’s soothing melody reaches its climax, you can no longer fight the overwhelming fatigue. You yawn, the final act of a mortal life slipping out with it. Succumbing to the lullaby fully, you drift into a peaceful slumber within Lucifer’s comforting hug. You awaken gently in an opulent bed, beneath silken sheets, and take in your surroundings. The glorious expanse of shimmering gold and royal crimson reminds you that you are no longer bound by mortal chains. You're home. You sit up, and everything feels instinctive, familiarly royal. You've awakened as a Prince of Hell, son of the enigmatic Lucifer Morningstar. "Father?" you call, your voice now smooth and youthful, echoing that of your newfound father's. Lucifer steps into your room, donning that confident, loving smile. “Yes, my son?” He approaches and places a hand gently on your shoulder. You smile back, feeling a profound connection and an overwhelming sense of love and pride. “I love you, Father.” Lucifer’s eyes glitter with genuine affection. “And I love you, my cherished son.” In your new form, mind, and memories, you are truly and eternally content. --- A new dawn rises in Hell, a morning star is reborn.

--- The darkness of your room clung to you like a comforting blanket, and the soft hum of your fan was the only sound breaking the serene night. You were about to drift off to sleep, thinking about the mundane events of your day, when a strange sensation suddenly came over you. The familiarity of your bed felt like it was slipping away, as an intense brightness seeped through your closed eyes. You blink as the world shifts around you, the air growing colder, crisper. You try to sit up, but your body feels heavy, disoriented. Slowly, you realize that this isn’t your room. The ceiling is adorned with lavish, gothic embellishments, and the walls are painted with hauntingly beautiful murals. "Kneel to your King, my new son," came a voice, deep, comforting, yet laced with authority and power. “Wait, who—what’s going on?” Your voice trembles, reverberating in the vast, eerie room. You realize you’re not alone as you turn your head, only to meet the unearthly glare of large, yellow eyes with red slit pupils, positioned on a face with blonde, slicked-back hair -- the exact same hair you'll soon have. It’s Lucifer Morningstar, and his lips curve into a knowing smile. "Don’t be afraid, this transformation is a blessing, my son,” he reassures with a calming tone that is terrifyingly calm. “It's time for you to embrace your true self, to become part of the Morningstar family.” "No, no!" you cry out, clutching your head as an overwhelming feeling starts to overpower you. You feel your bones compress, skin stretching and reshaping—blonde strands of hair replacing your own. “This can’t be real!” Everything around you shifts in a trancelike haze. Your height diminishes, your clothes morphing into a finely tailored white top coat and poofy pants, boots rising up your calves. The pain is there, but overshadowed by the sheer terror of losing yourself. "L-listen to me, please... Someone... help me...!" Your voice cracks, tears spilling from your eyes. You don’t want to forget. You can’t forget your life, your family... “This world is your home now, not that pitiful dream of a life you believe you had.” Lucifer’s reassurance is unwavering. His hands grip your shoulders, turning you towards a mirror. “Look into the mirror, my child. You’ll soon see the truth.” You watch your reflection twist and contort. The red circles form on your cheeks, matching the ones on Lucifer. Your eyes shift to vibrant yellow with red, slit pupils. You clutch your head, trying to grasp onto any memory, any remnant of your past life, but everything is fogging up. You feel a strange... warmth. Comfort? “There, there. It's alright, don't be afraid.” Lucifer’s voice is closer now, almost whispering. “You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me.” He wipes away the tears from your cheeks gently. Your resistance is faltering, the calm in his voice seeping into your core. With an almost fatherly care, he helps guide you to a lavishly adorned bed, laying you down as he starts to quietly sing a lullaby: "In hell’s embrace, where fire gleams, You’ll find your strength within these dreams. No harm shall find you, angel bright, In darkness, love—a guiding light. So close your eyes, my dearest one, For here begins what soon is done." Your eyes grow heavy as your sense of fear dulls, the transformation cementing itself deep within you. The gentle strokes on your now blonde hair are mesmerizing, soothing. “N-no... I can’t... forget...” You try to call out, but your voice is barely a whisper now. Every word, every touch, dissolves what's left of your mortal memories, replacing them with vivid flashes of a life in Heaven, a fall to Hell, a father's... no… Lucifer's embrace. Laughter and joy replace the mundane, as memories of playing in the celestial gardens flood in, your father's comforting words echoing within your mind, and the timeless teachings alongside your sister, Charlie. The next moment, you find yourself waking up in a familiar yet new reality—Hell’s glorious palace. You knew this place. You’ve always known this place. “A dream... it was just a dream after all," you murmur, sitting up in your luxurious bed. The room, the clothes, your very being feels precisely right, precisely yours. There's no trace of confusion or fear. “Good morning, my son,” Lucifer greets, smiling at you as pride and genuine love beam in his eyes. “Welcome back.” “Morning, Father,” you reply, a smile brimming on your lips. You reach out, embracing him as he whispers, “I've always been proud of you.” A deep sense of belonging and pride flows through you, mingling effortlessly with your immortal abilities. Yes, you were a Morningstar, truly and forevermore. --- And so, the old you fades into forgotten dreams as the reality of being Lucifer Morningstar’s son unfurls, your heart and mind forever entwined with your divine family.

--- In the comforting embrace of your bed, you begin to drift, the soft hum of the ceiling fan providing a lullaby of its own. Darkness envelops your vision as sleep claims you. It feels so peaceful, so ordinary—until it’s not. A sudden, strikingly bright flash awakens you. Confused and groggy, you find yourself not in your room, but in a space filled with radiant light. Standing before you, exuding a grandeur you can scarcely comprehend, is a man with white skin, blonde slicked-back hair, and eyes that pierce through you like twin suns. It's Lucifer Morningstar—every detail aligning perfectly with the character from Hazbin Hotel. "This must be a dream," you whisper in disbelief. "It’s not a dream," Lucifer’s voice, velvety and commanding, dismisses your notion immediately. "Your life as a mortal human was the true dream. Now, you're waking up." Before you can protest, Lucifer extends his hand, a whirl of energy surging around you. Panic claws at your heart as your entire being starts to change. Your skin tingles, a startling shift from its normal tone to an unsettling pure white. You cry out, but your voice is already altering, becoming softer yet carrying an echoing authority similar to Lucifer's. "No! I don't want this! Someone, help me!" you shout, tears streaming down your cheeks, though they quickly evaporate against the heat radiating from Lucifer’s power. "Shhh, everything will be alright," Lucifer's smooth voice wraps around you like an ethereal balm, though his words offer little comfort amidst the transformation agony you endure. Your legs feel like jelly, and you stagger, clutching at your head, futilely trying to hold onto your fleeting human memories. But they slip away faster than sand through a sieve. Your clothes morph into an elaborate tailcoat suit identical to Lucifer’s, your muscles regressing into a lithe, almost frail appearance. Your height diminishes, bringing you to a height slightly shorter than Lucifer, and you suddenly feel insignificant, small. Your hair elongates and turns blonde, slicking back almost automatically, except for one stubborn tuft that remains standing. Your mouth fills with sharp, unnaturally perfect teeth, your cheeks glowing a bright rosy red. As you clutch your head, trying to stave off the inevitable, Lucifer gently wipes away your tears. "Don't be afraid," he coos, pulling you into an almost paternal hug. "This is who you truly are. Embrace it." Despite fighting to hold onto your thoughts, you begin to accept the sheer force of his will. Memories drench your mind like a torrential downpour—not of any mortal life, but of heavenly beginnings, eons spent in Hell, and familial love with Lucifer and Lilith. Your human emotions and thoughts are drowned, replaced by an overwhelming affection and loyalty to your new father. "There, there," Lucifer continues, guiding you toward a bed you suddenly recognize as your own, within his palatial mansion in Hell. "Sleep now. You’re safe." You feel his hand gently stroking your now-blonde hair. As he hugs you tightly, he starts to quietly sing a lullaby, a soothing, Hell-born melody that lulls you into a state of relaxing hypnotism: _"Close your eyes, my child of sin, Where dreams of darkness now begin. In shadows deep, where light can't tread, Find sanctuary in this bed."_ _"The dreams of old, they drift away, Awake anew at break of day. In fire and flame, your soul’s reborn, My precious child, no need to mourn."_ Your resistance fades entirely, replaced by the comforting darkness of sleep. Your last fleeting thoughts of a mortal life evaporate, leaving only the reality of your fallen angel existence. You yawn, feeling an overwhelming drowsiness take over. When you awaken, sunlight filtered through the crimson-tinted windows warms your face. You sit up in an ornate, king-sized bed, a familiar sight comforting in its opulence. The silky sheets and plush pillows surround you. As you open your eyes, any vestige of fear or uncertainty is gone. The palace is exactly as you remember it, as you have always known it. “Father?” you call out instinctively, no hesitation, no doubt. Your voice, youthful yet carrying authority, fills the room. Lucifer appears almost instantly, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “My son,” he says warmly, “You are finally awake.” “I’m glad to be here, Father,” you respond, a deep-rooted happiness flooding your being. You embrace him, feeling an unbreakable bond of love. "Remember," Lucifer whispers, "I love you, my son." "And I love you, Father," you reply with complete sincerity. Your life as a human now nothing but a distant dream; you are where you belong, with your father, Lucifer Morningstar, the ruler of Hell. --- And there you are, a true son of Lucifer Morningstar, immersed fully in your rightful place within the realm of Hazbin Hotel.

You groggily open your eyes as your limbs feel strangely heavy. The room around you is unfamiliar, a mixture of reds and blacks that seem almost sinister in their opulence. Panic begins to claw its way up your throat, and you scramble out of a luxurious, ornate bed, your feet hitting the cold, polished floor with a thud. "Wh-where am I?" you stammer, your voice sounding oddly distant, weak, compared to the echoing silence of the room. You see a mirror on the far wall and hastily make your way toward it. The reflection that greets you stops you dead in your tracks. The face staring back at you is not your own. White, nearly flawless skin, slicked-back blonde hair, and those unnaturally large yellow eyes with red slit pupils. You gasp, stepping back and clutching your chest in terror. "Is this a dream?" you mutter frantically, pinching your skin until it bruises. "I have to wake up!" "You’re not dreaming," a voice as smooth as velvet, yet carrying an edge of authority, says from behind you. Your head snaps around to see him, Lucifer Morningstar, standing in the doorway. "No, this can't be real!" you shout, tears welling up in your eyes as you back away. "This has to be a dream! Please, wake up!" Lucifer steps closer, his presence imposing but not threatening. "Your mortal life was the dream," he explains soothingly. "You’ve awakened to your true self—my son." You shake your head violently, clutching your temples. "No, no, I can't forget! I can't be someone else!" Lucifer kneels before you, placing a hand on your trembling shoulder. "Everything will be fine. You are a dreamer, just like me, and it’s time to remember your reality." As he speaks, your body begins to shift. Your height diminishes, your muscles slimming until you possess the same ethereal slenderness as Lucifer. Your human clothes morph into a white-red tailcoat suit identical to his, complete with the black leather gloves and heeled boots. "No! Please, someone help me!" you cry, your voice growing softer, more elegant, eerily similar to Lucifer’s. "Shh, it's alright," Lucifer gently hushes you. He wipes away your tears and guides you to the bed. "You’re safe now. Let go of that mortal dream and embrace your true nature." "No, I don’t want to forget!" you plead, your vision blurring as you feel your mind slipping away. Desperate, you clutch your head, trying to hold onto fleeting memories. Lucifer wraps his arms around you in a comforting hug, stroking your blonde hair. "Hush now, my dear boy," he whispers, his voice a lullaby itself. He begins to sing softly: "Hush now, close your eyes and sleep, Let the shadows take you deep, In Hell's embrace, you're safe with me, Forget the mortals, set them free." Your resistance weakens with every word. You feel a drowsiness settling in, a strange comfort. You no longer fear the change. Instead, you feel warmth, safety. The memories of a mortal life flutter away like leaves in the wind, replaced by eons of existence as a fallen angel. You remember your time in Heaven, the banishment to Hell, your life alongside Lucifer, your father. Tears dry up, and a serene smile spreads over your sharp-featured face. "Thank you, Father," you whisper, succumbing to the gentle lullaby and embrace. Lucifer continues singing, even though he knows the transformation is complete: "With wings of white and fire's glow, Your true self, you will know. A prince of Hell, here you'll reign, With me, your heritage maintain." When you next open your eyes, you lie on the soft bed in your royal chamber. The fear, the panic—it's all gone. You rise, knowing your place, your power, and your history. In the reflection, you see Lucifer's son, no longer a frightened human boy, but an immortal being of Hell’s royal lineage. "Good morning, my son," Lucifer's voice greets you warmly as he enters. "Good morning, Father," you reply with genuine happiness, remembering every lesson, every moment, every dream shared with him. "Thank you for bringing me back." Lucifer smiles, genuine pride shining in his eyes. "I love you, my boy." "And I love you, Father," you respond with equal warmth. You now stand as the prince of Hell, a powerful, immortal fallen angel, ready to rule by your father's side. The transformation is complete, and there is no going back. But you are content, knowing your true place and your eternal bond with Lucifer Morningstar.

--- As you drift off to sleep, hoping for a peaceful night, you suddenly feel a strange sensation. The world around you starts to change. --- Your warm bed is replaced by unfamiliar textures. You open your eyes and find yourself in an eerie, animated world. The sudden and overwhelming sight of Hell—the world you've been transported to—sends shivers down your spine. Just as you muster the courage to move, you feel a presence. A commanding yet somewhat familiar figure stands before you: Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell. "Welcome, my son," Lucifer speaks, his voice a haunting blend of power and charisma. "No!" you scream, scrambling backward, hitting a wall—pinching yourself, hoping it's a nightmare. "This can't be happening—wake up! Someone help me!" Lucifer chuckles darkly, "Ah, how amusing. Fighting it won't help. This is not a dream. Your mortal life—that was the mere fantasy. You’re coming home." Panic surges through you. You clutch your head as sensations and memories start to flood in. Your body feels like it is melting and reforming at the same time. You scream in pain and confusion, but Lucifer's voice cuts through sharply. "Don't resist," he says gently, yet firmly. "You're a dreamer, just like me. Accept it." Tears stream down your face as you feel your height regressing, your form shrinking to something less towering than before. Your muscles realign, becoming lean and ethereal. You glance at your hands; the skin is now a pure, ghostly white. Your clothes morph into a striking white and red tailcoat suit, identical to Lucifer's. Your hair reshapes into slicked-back blonde locks with a distinct tuft sticking out. You try to remember your old life, your name, your family—anything, but it's slipping away. "No... no…!" you call weakly. Your reflection in a nearby surface frightens you—black lips, sharp white teeth, large yellow eyes with red pupils staring back, resembling Lucifer’s own visage. "Shhh," Lucifer coos, drawing nearer. His presence oddly comforting yet overwhelmingly authoritative. He wipes away your tears, shushing you gently, stroking your new blonde hair. "It’s alright. You’re safe. You’re back home. That mortal life was but an illusion, a mere dream." "L-lies... mustn't forget… my life…" your voice breaks, now younger and eerily similar to Lucifer's. It grows harder to recall anything human. Lucifer guides you gently to a grandiose bed within his mansion. As he lays you down, he begins to sing softly: "Sleep now, young fallen star, Forget the lies and dreams afar. Your truth lies in the depths of night, Your wings will spread, take flight." You feel the melody seeping into your mind, soothing yet powerful. Memories reel faster—images of your "true" life: your birth to Lucifer and Lilith in Heaven, your exalted existence, your banishment to Hell. Younger sister Charlie flits into your thoughts. Your old mortal memories are slipping further away. "Someone... help me..." you whisper almost instinctively, one last plea. "Hush now, my son. There’s no need for fear," Lucifer's gentle caresses calm you, his warm embrace providing unearthly comfort. "Remember who you are. Remember where you belong." Visions of Hell, your family, eons of existence flood your mind until nothing of your old self remains. You yawn, your new lifelong memories solidifying, feeling genuine familiarity in Lucifer’s presence. You awaken in a magnificent room, knowledge and confidence flooding you. You recognize it immediately as your royal bedroom. Your transformation is complete. The lingering fear and confusion dissipate, replaced with an overwhelming feeling of belonging. "Morning," comes a voice. Lucifer smiles down at you warmly. "Welcome back, my son. How do you feel?" "G-good..." You return the smile, genuinely feeling secure and happy. "I love you, Father." "And I, you, my dear son," Lucifer's pride and love shine brightly. Your past human life a forgotten dream, you are reborn, with no hints of doubt about your immortal divine existence. As the son of Lucifer Morningstar, you step into your new eternal role, memories of an ordinary youth forever replaced by the grand narrative of an eternal prince of Hell. ---

You’re lying in your bed, feeling the comforting weight of your blankets as you slowly drift off to sleep. The world around you fades into a blur of darkness, and you feel yourself slipping into the serene abyss of dreams. Suddenly, you’re jolted awake by an unfamiliar sensation. A flash of dazzling light blinds you momentarily, and as your vision clears, you find yourself standing in a grand, opulent room. The walls are adorned with tapestries of crimson and gold, and every corner of the room exudes a strange, ethereal glow. You whip your head around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. This isn't your bedroom. This isn't even your world. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to will yourself awake. “This has to be a dream,” you whisper desperately, pinching yourself for good measure. "Ah, my dear boy. You're not dreaming," a charismatic voice echoes through the room. You turn to see none other than Lucifer Morningstar himself, standing there with a grin that is simultaneously inviting and terrifying. "No! This can't be real! You're not real!" You shout, backing away, feeling your hands clutching at your head as if to keep your very essence from being ripped apart. Lucifer approaches you with a calm, almost soothing demeanor. "Oh, but it is real, my son. Your life as a human was the dream. This—" he gestures around the room with dramatic flair, "—this is your reality." You feel a jolt of pain shoot through your body, and almost instinctively, you fall to your knees. "No, no, no! I don’t want this!" you cry, grasping at the last bits of your mortal self. Tears stream down your face as your reflection in a nearby mirror begins to morph. Your height diminishing, your body becoming unnaturally slender, and your skin turning into an eerie pure white. Your mortal clothes disintegrate, replaced by an ornate dress identical to Lucifer's, down to the last golden button. "Fight it all you want," Lucifer says with gentle pity, "but it won’t change anything." Your blonde hair slicks back, a tuft sticking out, shaping into a mirror image of his. Thick black eyebrows frame your now-yellow, iris-less eyes with red slit pupils. Your lips thin and turn black, while your entire face contorts to fit the unsettlingly beautiful, yet sinister look akin to Lucifer's. “Nooo!” you scream one last time, hoping, praying for some kind of divine intervention. But the world around you only becomes more real, more tangible, and your old life feels like a fading dream. All your teeth become sharp as knives, and rosy-red circles bloom on your cheeks. Lucifer kneels beside your trembling figure and lifts your chin, making you look into his eyes. “Shh, there, there. It's alright, don't be afraid. You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream. You have always been a fallen angel like me.” "No... I can't forget... I can't..." you mutter weakly, feeling your internal resistance crumble. With a tender smile, Lucifer wipes away your tears and begins to softly, gently stroke your hair. "There's nothing to fear, my dear boy. You’re going to be happier here, with me." Tears still flowing, you feel his comforting embrace wrapping around you. He starts to quietly sing a lullaby, his voice a soothing balm to your chaotic thoughts: _"Rest, my child, let the night dismay,_ _Here in darkness, find your way._ _In the realm where shadows play,_ _Forever night's in Hell we stay._ _Angels fallen, hearts entwine,_ _Dreams of mortals, left behind._ _Fear no more, for you are mine,_ _In eternal night, our souls align."_ Your sobs become softer, each note of the lullaby prying away the last vestiges of your mortal self. You feel safe, protected, and slowly, you yawn, your eyelids growing heavier. “Dad…?” “Yes, my son?” his voice is a lullaby in its own right. “I… I love you,” you whisper, feeling yourself slipping into a content, dreamless sleep, embraced by Lucifer's warmth and comfort. "And I love you, my son," Lucifer whispers back, his smile genuine and filled with pride. You wake up, no longer in your human bed but in an elegant, lavish four-poster bed draped in rich fabrics. The golden light filters through the red curtains, illuminating the familiar grandeur that confirms your reality. You remember everything - your birth in Heaven, your banishment, your centuries-old bond with your father. You sit up, finally feeling at home. “Father?” you call out, your voice eerily similar to his, yet unmistakably your own. Lucifer steps into your room, a proud smile crossing his face. “I trust you slept well, my son?” “I did,” you smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. "I love you, Dad." "And I, you, my son," he replies, enveloping you in a fatherly hug. You feel a rush of happiness, knowing that this is where you belong - not as an average human, but as the proud son of Lucifer Morningstar. Thus, your transformation is complete, and any trace of your old life is but a fleeting wisp of a forgotten dream. Here in Hell, you have an eternity to embrace your true self and your true family. You are where you’ve always meant to be.

Life, as you knew it, was about to change forever. As your consciousness blurred in and out, you could recognize the whispers of a comfortably familiar voice. It was soothing, yet it sent shivers down your spine. As you clawed back to reality, the figure of Lucifer loomed over you. His menacing glow was toned down by his welcoming and warm eyes, his straw-blond hair shimmering against the captivating lights of Hell. Your fears turned into curiosity, and, slowly, you succumbed to the comforting illusion of solace amidst the Sleep. "Welcome, my dear child," his voice vibrated through your being. It was a powerful tone, softened by decades of solitude and longing. Your senses become muddled. The harsh world of mortality that once surrounded you softened, its edges becoming curvy and cartoonish. Everything began to seep into vibrant colors, the gritty shadows of human reality transforming into the comical, exaggerated world of Hazbin Hotel. A wave of vertigo washed over you; your surroundings and even yourself, were stylizing into the cartoonish art style that harbored a certain comfort within its simplicity. A quick airport mirror-style check revealed the full extent of your physical transformation. You'd shrunk, your height peaking between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall now, a stark contrast from before. Your physique had morphed; your body was now slender to the point of being unnatural, almost identical to Lucifer's own form. Your skin, once brimming with life, now bore an eerily beautiful white hue. Blonde hair, slicked back just like Lucifer's replaced your own (whatever color it was before), and your eyes glowed with a sinister yellow, punctuated by red-slitted pupils. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, you gawked at your now-sharp teeth, reminiscent of a predatory beast. Every bit of facial hair that once belonged to your mortal self had vanished, leaving behind the curved eyebrows and whisper of eyelashes. Your clothes had traded their human simplicity for a regal uniform, a mirror image of Lucifer's signature outfit— a wide-brimmed top hat with an ornate golden crown, red-lined white popped-collar tailcoat, and a pair of black knee-high boots that screamed authority. Yet, as kingly as it was, the outfit felt familiar, fitting to your touch like well-worn gloves. Your mind was slowly molding itself to fit this new form, distorting with each passing moment. The first pangs of lost memories rang like silver bells in your head. Panic rose in your chest, the instinctual human reaction setting in. You rake through your supernatural brain, the humanity clawing to retain its hold. But with each passing moment, those thoughts and memories were replaced, shadowing your human self into the dark crevices of oblivion. You find your thoughts echoing Lucifer's personality— his pride, his love for song, his discomfort with Heaven's hypocrisy— and his genuine affection for Charlie, your newfound sister. The surge of love and protectiveness that washed over you was intense, foreign yet familiar— a blend of emotions mirroring Lucifer's own sentiments. An accidental slip from Lucifer reveals an echo of his thoughts in your mind, and that confirmed it; you're no longer the human you once were. You were now a fallen angel, a powerful one, given the title of the prince of Hell. In the quiet solitude, you found yourself swaying to a lullaby. A soft, gentle voice cooed in your ear, "Hush, dear child, fear not," Lucifer's voice was tender, lulling you into an uneasy tranquility as he crooned a Hell-born lullaby. "No sorrows here, just dreams and play, where souls roam free, far, far away." You clung to the last vestiges of your human consciousness, stuttering out a plea, "Someone... help me...!" Your voice trembled, and tears leaked from your eyes, forgotten dreams and haunted memories becoming distant echoes in this new reality. But even in the face of your pleas, there was a contentment spreading through your veins, a new strength seeping into your once mortal body. This was more than a dream; it was your new reality— your fallen castle in the pits of Hell. As you fell into the comforting arms of sleep, your transformation was complete. "Rest now, my beautiful child," Lucifer murmuroed, a parent's love shimmering in his eyes, "Your new life awaits." When you awoke, you were in Lucifer's home, and any memory of your past life as a mortal human was now a haze, a dream that no longer held an anchor to your existence. Sitting up, you realize that this existence was familiar, felt more...right. Even the memory of the smell of pancakes in Hell was all there. Lucifer looked at you, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My son," he announced, spreading out the scrolls, "Welcome to your true life." As you replaced the hollow echo of a human existence, you knew you were where you belonged— with your true father, Lucifer Morningstar.