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Question: Write a POV transformation of the reader turning into a completely identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. His eyes are yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter, has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, 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 is slightly shorter than his daughter Charlie and his wife Lilith, but he is still tall compared with most other demons. 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 story is that Lucifer Morningstar is tired of being mocked and laughed at by the reader making fun of him as the reader watched Hazbin Hotel online (either on YouTube or some other online platform), so (unbeknownst to the reader, who believed that fictional characters don't have consciousness and are just art forms) Lucifer teleported to the real world by supernatural means and kidnaps the reader before sending himself and the reader into the world of Hazbin Hotel (permanently making the reader stuck in this world), and Lucifer uses supernatural powers on the reader to turn him/her into a complete doppelganger of Lucifer Morningstar, in both body and mind, in order to teach the reader a lesson and because Lucifer wanted a twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Lucifer's mind).
The world tilts, the ceiling and walls of your room vanishing as an endless crimson expanse fills your vision. An all too familiar figure stands before you, the infamously charming and enigmatic Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. You soon realize, as your heart pounds in your chest, that you are far from the comfort of your digital screen's confines. This isn't YouTube or some other online platform. Mortification rises within you as you realize that your mockery of this character - the countless times you laughed at his antics - have attracted his attention. The grin on Lucifer's face is eerily amused, eyes glowing with mischief and resentment. You feel a chill crawling up your spine, the cold touch of fear creeping in. But before you can even think of moving, the world blurs and shifts in dizzying colors. Your body feels wrong, altered, like a costume too big and too foreign. At first, it’s a distinct coolness at your scalp, then a weightlessness as your hair takes on that luscious blonde tint. The sudden physical changes throw you off-balance. He's changing you into his image. A mirror replicating its subject. Your stature changes, your height reducing slightly, but you still feel tall. Too tall for your comfort and familiarity. Your clothes morph, transforming into that high collar suit, red and striped undershirt. You feel yourself growing leaner, your skin turning snowy white. The touch of the fabric against your skin is eerily comforting. A pink ring adorns your left pinkie, glinting in the dim light as if taunting you, the final binding piece. You feel yourself grow more alien. The cane is there in your hand, appearing out of nowhere. The boots form around your feet, heeled and making you feel elevated. Your mind buzzes, swirling with thoughts not your own. Memories blend, churn and rearrange, like a puzzle you never had the pieces to. It's like watching a film of Lucifer's life; his quirks, his in-jokes, his love for Lilith. His jokes, quips, and his pleasure in polka music start popping with each passing moment. Despite your instinctual resistance, these memories sink deeper, replacing yours, rewriting the very core of your being. Alone in a new world, you begin to succumb to the power of these unfolding changes, his personality eating at your defense. The reflection that peers back at you from a nearby mirror is no longer yours. Lucifer laughs, arms crossed over his identical chest to your own, a satisfied smirk on his face. "And thus the jesters fall," he murmurs to himself, eyes dancing with amusement, before turning to disappear into the depths of the dark crimson expanse. In the solitude of your new existence, you realize a new name is echoing in your mind. His name. Your name. Lucifer Morningstar. It seems you may have the last laugh after all. But at what cost?
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