They have a teenage daughter named Charlie who is a half-demon, like her father, and they also have a pet snake named Theo.

As you stand in front of the mirror, a surge of reality-altering energy flows through you. "Is this what you want?" echoes a voice in your mind, sounding more like a sinister temptation than a question. You nod and brace yourself for the transformation to come. You blink and a strange sensation pervades your body. It's as though you're growing, but not in the way a child grows. It seems gradual, but in reality, it unfolds in mere seconds — a rapid transition from boyhood to adulthood. Your childhood quickly retreats into the past as everything from your size to your maturity level progresses at an impossible rate. You shoot upward, your height stretching closer and closer toward adult stature, your limbs elongating and muscles developing in sync. Soon, you begin to notice the first signs of your physical transformation. Your skin turns pale, coltish legs giving way to those more sinewy. A sudden prickling sensation stirs on your face, your brows darken and thicken while your lips grow fuller, taking on a nearly-black hue. Your teeth seem to sharpen within your mouth, each more pointed and predatory than the last. Your eye color drains, replaced by a bright yellow, the pupils narrowing into vertical slits, unblinking and serpent-like. Your clothes begin to change as well. Your regular clothes gradually morph into a white, high-collared suit that fits perfectly on your newfound adult physique. Black bowtie, high knee-heeled boots, and a red undershirt with white stripes replace your ordinary attire. The weight of a wide-brimmed white top hat settles onto your head, complete with intriguing details like a golden snake and red apple over golden spikes while a golden ring settles onto your left pinkie. Suddenly, you feel a cane – apple-black and matching your hat - materializing in your hands. Instinctively, you know how to carry it and yourself with an air of regality and a sense of menace. In the mirror, you see Lucifer Morningstar staring back, shorter than Charlie and Lilith yet captivatingly tall. Your innocent youthful demeanor changes as well. You are flooded with memories, centuries upon centuries of them, pushing out your own childhood and trivial concerns. Your mind is washed clean of your personal history and replaced with Lucifer’s. You access an endless well of puns, quips, jokes, and wisdom, drawn from centuries of experience spanning from the mundane to the metaphysical. Your love for polka music bursts in you like an unexpected excitement, and a sense of self-indulgence, a certain flamboyance, a mixture of a charismatic showman, and a goofy and silly charm takes over. A name echoes in your mind—Lilith. Lilith Morningstar. She's your wife, your love, and your partner for centuries. The love for her is as real and passionate as anything you’ve ever felt. With a chuckle, you can already imagine how the other demons would describe you - ‘passionate, cheesy lovers’. You give yourself one last look in the mirror, playfully twirling your cane. You can't remember ever being anything but the roguishly handsome, ever-charming, and slightly intimidating Lucifer Morningstar. The boy you once were is nothing but a forgotten chapter, a closed book drowned in the sea of centuries-old memories. You smile, revealing your dangerous array of sharp teeth, ecstatic at the transformation. Indeed, the devil's in the details, and every detail is devilishly perfect.