The Transformation: From Mortal Human to Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell

You take a deep breath, resting comfortably on your old bed. An incredibly strange sensation floods your body, as if a surreal image from a vivid dream has warped into a reality. A powerful force seems to weave through your very cells, shapeshifting and altering your reality. A tiny shudder passes down your spine – something has begun. You’re caught off-guard then by a sudden sense of vertigo. The height of your body feels as if it's being stretched from the inside, pulling you upwards and distorting your seemingly normal shape. Peek at the mirror at the foot of your bed and you notice the shift – you’re taller! But not just a little – dramatically so. Your world reshaped to fit this new, more towering figure. The clothing on your body shifts, transmorphing forcefully as your slacks become a pristine suit pants and your simple tee morphs into an ornate shirt of red and white stripes. A jacket covers your shoulders, tweaking itself until it's the perfect fit. Your shoes extend and alter, creating a pair of black, knee-high boots. An odd shift happens next. You feel your chest shift and move – if you were to be of the fairer sex – becoming flatter, and your very essence changing with it. As the odd sensation of age creeping over you arises, the room around you starts to alter. The once familiar shades of your bedroom are replaced with fiery tones, and the quaint town outside turns into a vivid, animated underworld. The very fabric of the universe seems to warp and twist, ultimately giving in and transporting you into the world of Hazbin Hotel. Amid all the external changes, your thoughts begin to alter. It feels as if you're losing grip of your very own cognitive process, succumbing to the influx of an unfamiliar yet strangely charismatic presence. You start thinking differently, a flow of memories that aren't yours fill your mind, each one a flicker of an existent millennia long. You feel yourself resisting, trying to hold on to the semblance of who you were, but to no avail. What was left of your former self seems to dissipate, replaced by the overpowering character of Lucifer Morningstar. Now towards the end of this ethereal transformation, your physical features take on the final touches. Your skin becomes a stark porcelain shade, while your hair brightens to a radiant blonde. Your eyes turn yellow, and the pupils morph into snake-like slits. Your lips turn jet black, contrasting sharply with your skin. A wide brimmed hat adorned with a golden snake and red apple sits atop your head, and your hand tingles as a golden ring finds its place on your pinkie. Your transformation is complete – from a mere mortal to the King of Hell. Taking a look in the mirror, you let out an unfamiliar chuckle at your reflection. "Who knew the ol' king of Hell could look so sharp, eh?" the new voice rumbles out. You can't remember the human you used to be. All you know is – you're Lucifer Morningstar, the witty, charismatic, and rather goofy king of Hell – and damn, you're good at it. As you look outside the new window to the world that is now yours, a devilish grin materializes on your face. "Let the entertainment begin!" You say, twirling an apple-topped cane with flamboyance. You are ready – ready to live your immortal life in the Hazbin Hotel, forever a king, never mortal again.