The reader is also given a new name, which is Lucifer Morningstar (or Lucifor Morningstar if the reader is a male), is given a new sex (either male or female, it doesn't matter), is given a different

As you sit comfortably in your home, scrolling down absently through episodes of Hazbin Hotel on your device, an unusual feeling sweeps over you. A sensation you can't quite place, like electricity crawling under your skin. You brush it off as nothing more than a peculiar twitch, your eyes fixed on the character Lucifer Morningstar. You continue watching, occasionally mocking the character from the other side of the screen. In an act you'd never expect, your safe, known reality implodes. Abruptly, you find yourself standing in a different setting. It's a world that looks eerily similar to the world of Hazbin Hotel. Right in front of you stands Lucifer. It's not an ordinary encounter; it's confronting and disturbing. The realization sinks in - they are not mere works of fiction. Lucifer, sensing your shock and confusion, strikes a wicked grin, and with a mere flick of his wrist, things begin to change. Pain, mild at first, starts to thrum through your veins as your body starts morphing to adjust to his likeness. Your skin begins to bleach until it's an unnatural, paper white. Changes continue, and soon your hair lightens to match Lucifer’s golden blonde. You feel a strange sensation around your eyes, looking into a nearby mirror, your eyes have taken on a snake-like appearance, yellow with red slits. Your clothes shift and alter, a fitted white suit taking form, complete with a black bowtie and a wide-brimmed white hat, a golden snake encircling an apple adorning it - an uncanny resemblance to Lucifer's own attire. A texture grows on your left pinkie, and a golden ring materializes. You observe your reflection, the reality of this drastic transformation is set, you're an impeccable reflection of Lucifer Morningstar himself. It's not just your exterior that changes… your brain starts flooding with memories and knowledge that aren't your own; Lucifer's memories, his life experiences, they collide against yours, gradually pushing out your past self. You struggle to hold on to your memories, but the immense change gives you little room to fight. They gradually fade away, replaced with new experiences, new knowledge, and a new sense of self. You finally give in. The transformation is complete. The person who once watched Hazbin Hotel from the comfort of their home now completely shares the likeness of Lucifer Morningstar. As his memories become your own, you feel his zany, self-indulgent manners, his deep love for Lilith, his effortless wit. You feel what it's like to be a charismatic showman, naturally donning an air of intimidation to keep others at bay and balance out the goofiness. Everything that was once foreign to you now feels overly familiar. The reader who once existed is gone, and a new Lucifer Morningstar has taken their place. You’re stuck in a world you used to watch through a screen, now living it as a part of your newfound reality. As peculiar as it is, there is still an inkling of comfort. You are now no longer the spectator but an actor playing his part beautifully. But with newfound power, you carry on, ready to redefine yourself amongst demons in this strange, fascinating new world.