The reader wakes up in the world of Hazbin Hotel as Lucifer Morningstar, completely forgetting about his life before this point and his identity as the reader, only retaining the memories of being Lu

Your fingers slow down on the keyboard, brimming with guffawing comments set to malign, to tease the onscreen Lucifer Morningstar, the prominent character from Hazbin Hotel. You'd always thought of him merely as streaks of moving colors, devoid of consciousness - just an artform, a means to make you laugh until the unforeseen happened. With a humming sensation pervading your body, followed by a sudden deafening silence, a bright white light engulfs the room. Out of it emerges Lucifer Morningstar, not a simple television caricature but a daunting, towering figure, clad in his pristine white suit and wide-brimmed hat. Snapping out of your startled stupor, you reel back, but before you can blink, Lucifer grabs you, pulling you into the swirling portal with him. When you open your eyes, you're not where you started. Welcome signs of neon and billboards flash across your view. You're in the colorful, raucous world of Hazbin Hotel. Lucifer chuckles, his grin razor sharp. He raises an arm, energy pulsating around him ominously before it sears toward you. The transformation kicks off and your body feels as if it's on fire. In a painful yet surreal rush, you sense yourself shrinking to become slightly shorter than Lucifer’s imposing stature. Your skin prickles, almost burns as it fades from its hue to a pure, flawless white and looking down you see a new slender frame, golden ring adorning your pinkie finger. Lustrous blonde hair brushes your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut, and when you re-open them, you catch your changed reflection - eyes now glowing yellow with ruby-red slits. Sharp black brows knit together above an impish smirk, mirroring Lucifer's. An immaculate replication: His high collared suit adorns you, the red undertone of your clothes gleefully peeking from beneath. Your new black boots feel strange on your feet, the heels abnormally high but strangely comfortable. The construction of your clone is complete right down to his apple-topped black cane which feels heavy in your grip. As if a byproduct of your metamorphosis, you even had his signature scent, a potent mix of apples and something darkly intriguing. But the physical similarities are just one part of the process. A wave of memories floods your mind, so different from the mundane life you've known. It's an onslaught you fight against, struggling desperately to hold on to your own past, your identity. But it feels like you're drowning in a riptide and they're slowly engulfing everything that you were; conspiracies and wars, powerful entities and nefarious politics of Hell replace your favorite Netflix shows, your love for ice cream sandwiches. Lucifer’s cunning intellect, his immense pride, his manipulative yet charming personality begins to replace your softer edges, his velvet smooth baritone overlaying your voice. You try to rail against it, thrash against the invasion, but it's overpowering until finally, your struggles ebb away. As the tides of the past memories recede, only one identity stands, entirely Lucifer Morningstar. Your older life fades, like it was nothing but a distant, long-forgotten dream. His every idiosyncrasy, his every memory, his every emotion is now yours. At last, you're not just a reflection of Lucifer Morningstar but his perfect duplicate. Each move he makes, every gesture, every slight inflection in his voice – it's as if you're dancing in perfect sync, even the arrogant tilt of your hat feels completely natural, fitting. A cruel smile curls up on your lips, matching Lucifer's own nearly-drunk-on-power smirk. You remember his intention now - a lesson to be taught, a perfect twin to be created. As you gaze upon your twin, the one whom you now perfectly mirror, you understand the gravity of your own mockery. The Lucifer on the television screen is now you, a potent reality far from the harmless fiction of your past.