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Question: Write a POV transformation of a male human reader (a boy of 10 years old) turning into Lucifer Morningstar (the king of hell from the adults animated web series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (turning from a kid to a many centuries old adult and being immortal), height progression (growing taller until he was adult-sized), reality change (the reader's real world becoming the world of Hazbin Hotel), and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite all of the reader's best yet failed attempts on fighting off these mental changes and all his attempts to call the reader's parents for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self, having no memories of being a mortal human kid, and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). The transformation into Lucifer Morningstar is permanent (meaning it's forever) and completely irreversible. For Lucifer's appearance (after the kid reader turned into him), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. 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, 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 pair of black gloves, 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As the room began to spin, you, a ten-year-old boy, felt your body lengthen, strengthen, and your clothes shift. The T-shirt and jeans you were wearing suddenly felt too tight and itchy. With a blink of your eyes, those cumbersome clothes evaporated away, replaced by a crisp white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, black gloves, and a black bowtie. An undershirt, striped red and white, peeked from under the suit jacket, contrasting violently with your suddenly pure white skin and yellow eyes with slitted, crimson pupils. "What's happening?" you gasped, your voice already deeper, more resonant. But the eerily empty, flat surface void of your ears and nostrils offered no echo back. Your hair lengthened into a well-kept blonde, and you reached up to feel a wide-brimmed top hat crowning your head. A golden snake coiled around a red apple, laid over golden spikes sat jauntily on its brim was a bizarre decoration you couldn't remember ever seeing before. And on your left pinkie, a golden ring. You shook your hands, bewildered, when something tipped your balance. Looking down, the beam of an ebony cane topped with a matching apple caught your startled gaze. The mirror on the wall opposite reflected your transformation, revealing you shorter than you expected, a tall but not towering figure. An irrepressible surge of self-indulgence and boredom, mischief and charm washed over you, even as the air seemed to ripple with your regality and menace. Strangely, the sound of polka music was playing at the back of your head. An unfamiliar love of it tickled your mind. "No, no!" you screamed, your voice no longer sounding like yours. "Mom, Dad!" But your voice echoed back, your parents nowhere to be found. Or perhaps, not remembered. There was a powerful, overriding sense of belonging elsewhere. Lucifer Morningstar. The name floated afront your eyes, anchoring you as a memory of a woman, Lilith, flooded your senses. Love and passion surged from the depths of your being, mixing with the overwhelming feeling of chaos, pride, darkness, and power. "Lucifer?" the woman's image, no, Lilith, called. You felt warmth, a sense of familiarity rush towards her. Your lips, now black and filled with sharp teeth, cracked into a smile, "Yes, my love?" As your surroundings morphed into the world that mirrored your transformation, reality set in. You were no longer a human boy, but Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell from Hazbin Hotel. Your childhood memories receded into nothingness, replaced with centuries of existence as this entity, enhanced with the complexity, potency, and immortality of his personality and memories. "My King," came a distant, raspy voice, "Welcome home." To which you couldn't help but grin, the transformation into Lucifer Morningstar was complete and irreversibly permanent. No longer a human boy of the mere age of ten, but an immortal king, bathed in menacing charm and regality, you responded with a confident, "Thank you. It's good to be home."
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