The Twins of Morningstar: A Devilish Tale of Transformation and Twisted Fates

One ordinary evening, you and your friend turned on the TV, flipping to the animated series Hazbin Hotel. Unbeknownst to you both, the show's protagonist—Lucifer Morningstar himself—had grown bored with solitary rule in Hell. Also, he found your stories of shapeshifting him distastefully unoriginal. "What is real?" Lucifer's voice echoed ominously from the TV, his image suddenly glowing with an uncanny brightness. "Ah, let's make reality a bit...interesting." A white, spectral hand darted from the screen, entrapping you and your companion in an eerie glow. Unwilling to be defeated, you struggled valiantly against this spectral force, but it was much too strong. Suddenly, you two were hurled into a new world altogether. The world of Hazbin Hotel. As you took in your surroundings, looking awestruck at the echoing crimson skies and hellfire, you felt a shiver of fear escalating into raw terror. But there was no option for escape. Lucifer appeared before you, his yellow eyes gleaming with sorry amusement. "Why so frightened?" the lord of hell asked, with a diabolical grin spread on his thin, black lips. "This, my friends, is but the beginning." With a flick of his cane, he waved a hand in your direction, triggering an involuntary shudder through your bodies. You tried to fight back but your efforts were futile. It was immediate, the transformative chain reaction set off in your physiology. Knees buckled under the sudden change, and a peculiar sensation possessed your bodies as your heights decreased. You both glanced at one another, alarm etched on your faces. Your skins began to lighten till they were pure, porcelain white. You reached up to feel a mouthful of sharp teeth where once your healthy molars had been, touching a flat, nose-less nose where a normal one used to be. Your eyes flickered and morphed into snake-like slits, glowing against the eerie hue of the crimson skies. And then, your hair began to lighten, flowing into a golden cascade. Lucifer's own color. Simultaneously, your clothes transformed as well, conforming to the demonic ruler's unique style, shifting into a white and red ensemble that mirrored Lucifer's outfit. You felt the weight of a gold ring on your left pinkie and a wide-brimmed top hat on your head. With horror, you realized you could no longer remember your old selves. Your body convulsed, all your muscles aching with the buzz of transformation. And then, abruptly, all was quiet. The pain was gone. You stood up to your full height—or lack thereof— and looked over at your friend, or rather, your identical brother. "Oh, good," Lucifer broke in. "You both fit the suit perfectly." You looked at each other again, this time with a grim kind of acceptance. Your brows furrowed as you spoke in unison, now possessing his distinctive charm, "Filthy humans no more, but Lucifer Morningstar in our true glory." There was a strange rush of memories not your own flooding your mind, complete with puns, quips and terrifying adventures. It was overwhelming, yet invigorating. Distressing, yet liberating. Despite yourselves, you felt a newfound zest for life, or what remained of it. Lucifer clapped his hands together, a satisfied grin playing on his black lips. "Well, I suppose that's enough frivolity for the evening." His eyes gleamed in the dim light, a glint of triumph in their depths. From then on, you and your sibling were no more. You were clones of Lucifer Morningstar, twin brothers destined to rule hell alongside the demon himself. Despite your best efforts, you had become permanent fixtures in the world of Hazbin Hotel, the lords of Hell. And there was nothing you, or anyone else, could do about it.