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Question: Write a transformation story of Dylan The Dylanus (an original character made by the DeviantArt user Dylan613) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with sudden clothes change, sudden age progression within seconds, sudden height progression within seconds, and mind/mental change (with Dylan's personality and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite his fears and efforts of fighting back those new memories and personality (he doesn't want to turn into an evil demon), making him completely forget that he was a teenage mortal boy Dylan and only remembered ever being the king of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Dylan's appearance, he is a 4.9 foot tall, 15 year old boy who has a lean build for his size, tan skin, medium-length brown hair (that reaches his chin, although not covering his face at all), and has green irises. He wears a dark blue hoodie, a lighter blue t-shirt underneath, and cyan wear jeans. He also has white socks underneath his black tennis shoes, which have an x-shaped gray marking on each of his shoes' tongue. Dylan is a kind, considerate, smart, and understanding character, who is a love interest to Emma (his girlfriend) and is playful around his slightly older, smarter brother Black. Despite his small frame and being a teen, he goes in the way to protect his homeland against various villains and monsters (always successful, even if some are more difficult than others). Despite these traits, he does have some flaws, such as his intolerance to swearing (which aren't present in his homeland), being quite weak without superpowers (which he actually does not have and only obtains them when using special devices), and has fear of vampires and demons alike since he views them as nothing more than pure evil monsters. For Lucifer's appearance (after Dylan turned into him), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth, with a biologically mid-to-late 20s aged body (despite being thousands of years old and being immortal). He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes are yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar tailcoat suit, long white poofy pants, a black bowtie, a pair of black gloves, black knee-high heeled boots, and a red undershirt with white stripes. He also wears a wide-brimmed white top hat, with a golden snake and red apple over golden spikes reminiscent a crown. On his left pinkie, he wears a golden ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. He has a very thin body (but is still powerful due to supernatural angelic and demonic powers) and he is slightly shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith, but he is still quite tall. Never short of puns, quips, or jokes, Lucifer Morningstar is zany, self-indulgent, easily bored, and jaunty, a witty and charismatic showman with a goofy and silly charm (emphasizing his love of polka music), while simultaneously maintaining an air of regality and menace to avoid making others feel too comfortable around him. Lucifer is a husband to Lilith Morningstar, and they both love each other very much, being described as "passionate, cheesy lovers" by some other demons.
The day had started like any other for Dylan. His usual routine of breakfast with his family, followed by some time spent with his girlfriend Emma before setting off to protect their homeland from various evils. The sudden shift started off subtly, a feeling of unease gnawing at him, something he dismissed as just a twist of anxiety. But as the hours of the day waned, so did his strength. His movements sluggish, his vision blurred, his senses dulled. Dylan's mind began to fog over, like a layer of frost coating the windows on a cold winter morning. He felt himself standing taller, his body stretching and growing far beyond the height he was used to. Shock coursed through him as he looked down to his hands, his tan skin fading to an ethereal pale white almost instantly. His clothes began to change too, his usual blue hoodies morphing into something far more formal, a white collar tailcoat suit growing in its place. Apprehension filled him as he felt his heart race, the pulse loud in his ears. But it was more than just physical changes, the transformation was happening inside too. Memories not of his own began to fill his mind, crawling into his consciousness like intruders in a sacred place. Each laughter, each experience, each sin of a life far removed from his, implanting themselves firmly into his brain. This is where the dread began to truly set in, it was somebody else's life, somebody else's identity. Yet, he could no longer remember his own. He was losing himself every passing moment. Dylan tried to fight against it, he tried to hold onto himself. But he was no match against the rapidly altering continuity of his being. His ever-so-alive green eyes shifting into an amalgamation of vibrant yellows and reds. His once brown hair soon became silken blonde strands, tickling down his mid-length. He watched as his fingers turned longer, a ring suddenly appeared on his left pinkie finger, and a cane topped with an apple materialized at his side. His identity as Dylan, his youthful innocence and the life he had built crumbled to dust, replaced by powerful angelic and demonic aura of another being. His body now resided in a body beyond his teenage years and was much older. His facial features morphed even more bizarrely. His ears started to shrink until they disappeared completely, the same happened with his nostrils, leaving him uncannily less human-like. The transformation was complete. The entity known as Dylan no longer existed. The reflection looking back from the glass surface was now of the King of Hell himself - Lucifer Morningstar. He laughed, his voice a rich baritone replacing the soft tenor he was used to. It echoed around him, an agonizing reminder of his lost self. But there was no remorse, no recollection of the boy he once was. All he remembered was his regained throne and the reign of the Morningstar. Lucifer stood grand, a beacon of devilish might, he looked around his surroundings, feeling the palpable shift in the air. For a moment, he found himself missing his wife, Lilith Morningstar. It was a flood of memories and feelings not his own, yet they felt achingly beautiful and real. He was Lucifer now, his life would now consist of witty one-liners, extravagant shows, and an air of regality that kept others on their toes. Yes, it was clear now: he was not Dylan anymore; his life as a teenager felt like a long-forgotten dream. He was Lucifer Morningstar, the king of Hell, and that was a truth he was now bound to, permanently and irreversibly.
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