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Question: Write an POV transformation story of an teenage or adult male human reader (between 5.7 - 6 feet tall on average) instantly turning into the son of Lucifer Morningstar (from the adults cartoon/animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in the cartoon world of the Hazbin Hotel series, and the reader himself now becoming cartoony and having the same art style as all of the other Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), clothes change (the reader's human clothes instantly replaced by a new outfit similar or identical to Lucifer's outfit), age change (becoming a teenager or a young adult who is biologically between 15-22 years old, being younger than Lucifer in age, despite now being even older than Earth itself and being immortal like his newfound father Lucifer), height regression to between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall (due to becoming a young fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the reader becomes shorter than Lucifer Morningstar, who is the reader's newfound father), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with the Morningstar bloodline, similar to but not identical to Lucifer's voice, albeit in a somewhat younger voice), and instant mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced within seconds or minutes by a new personality and new memories of being part of the royal Morningstar family, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past average and mortal human self and everything before the transformation, and he now only remembers being a similar, almost identical son to Lucifer Morningstar). For the reader's new self (now truly a young fallen angel and not a normal or mortal human), he is shorter than his previous self (he is now between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall) and he is slightly shorter than Lucifer Morningstar's 6-foot height (due to the fallen angel reader's younger age than his previous age as a human and due to being younger than his newfound father Lucifer), he now has an unnaturally-slender body (having very thin, unnoticeable yet extremely powerful muscles and having no body fat) with a literally pure white skin, just like Lucifer Morningstar himself. The reader in this form has blonde slicked-back hair (with one tuft sticking out exactly like Lucifer's hairstyle), thick black eyebrows, thin black lips, a mouth full of sharp white teeth (not just the canine teeth being sharp, but all his teeth have also become sharp teeth), a large rosy-red circle on each cheek, and large yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids, like Lucifer, who is his new dad. The reader in his fallen angel form has no nose or ears, also just like Lucifer. Also, if the human reader had any, the fallen angel reader does not have any beard, mustache, sideburns, nor stubble, just as Lucifer doesn't have any facial hair other than eyebrows or eyelashes. The reader, now a son of Lucifer Morningstar, wears an identical outfit to his newfound father (Lucifer). He also has immortality, every supernatural powers, his personality, and his preferences that are all completely identical to Lucifer's own immortality, supernatural powers (having all the same powers as Lucifer Morningstar's powers), personality, and preferences (Lucifer's likes and dislikes). For Lucifer Morningstar's appearance (and no, he is not Satan, since Lucifer and Satan are separate characters), he is about 6 feet (1.8 meters) tall and he has literally pure white skin, blonde hair (which is short-cut and is slicked-back with one tuft sticking out), thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp white teeth, with a biologically mid-to-late 20s aged body (despite being older than Earth itself and Lucifer being immortal). He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes (which do not have irises) are light yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are light purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. Lucifer's white-red clothing is somewhat like a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared tailcoat suit with several golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped dress-shirt with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also wears a pair of long white poofy pants tucked under a set of heeled black knee-high boots, and a pair of black-colored leather gloves which covers his hands. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. As a fallen angel, he possesses three pairs of white wings with red feathers, which he can materialize and extend from his coat. He is shorter than his daughter, Charlie (who stands over 6 feet, around 6 and a half feet tall), and his wife, Lilith (who stands over 6-and-a-half feet tall). Despite his very thin body, Lucifer has the following powers; Flight (able to summon his six bird-like angelic wings from his back and he is capable of flying), angelic power (as a fallen angel, he possesses very strong angelic power, which holds sway over the demonic power of his contemporaries), demonic magic (as King of Hell, Lucifer has accessity to demonic magic at a much higher level than his daughter), hand-to-hand combat, super strength (as the King of Hell and one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lucifer's strength is quite exceptional, as when he fought Adam he barely put any effort into the fight and easily defeating the powerful angel), shapeshifting (able to change into many forms at will, for example; according to the Story of Hell, Lucifer briefly took the form of a snake), size manipulation (Lucifer changes his size a few times during the song number "Hell's Greatest Dad" in the episode "Dad Beat Dad", first when he’s sitting on his throne in front of Charlie where he is very large, and the second being when he falls out of the slot machine where he is much smaller), duplication (he can create multiple copies of himself), portal creation (he is able to conjure portals as a means of instant transportation, which other demons can use), pyrokinesis (like his daughter, Charlie, he also has the power to manipulate fire at will), fire breath (in his full demon form, he can make fire come out of his mouth when he speaks), teleportation (he can teleport to any location by covering himself with glittery red mists), conjuration (he can create virtually anything he desires with a simple flick of the wrist, including but not limited to clothing, puppets, instruments, large fountains of champagne, and mountains of caviar), liquid manipulation (he is capable of carrying, manipulate, and throw yellow-colored liquid), and full demon transformation (when he takes on his full demonic form, as well as displaying his wings, he displays a pair of red horns with an orb of fire between them and a thin crown resembling a snake with an apple above his hat, while his eyes also change to have red sclera with yellow pupils, he also has a black devil-like tail with spikes that ends in a triangular tip with a red heart at the center, while demonic eyes also appear on the inside his coattails; a similar eye also appears on his bowtie, in addition, his entire body gives off a light white glow). He also has musical talent (similar to his daughter Charlie, Lucifer partakes in singing), instrumental talent (he's known to be quite a skilled in various instruments, including being a very skilled fiddle player; Lucifer also can play an accordion to a minor degree), and great craftsmanship (Lucifer spends his time making rubber ducks with various gimmicks such as flipping backwards and spitting fire). Here's Lucifer's personality; despite his status as the ruler (king) of all of Hell, Lucifer possesses a grandiose and dramatic nature, acting very over-the-top in most situations. He often switches between being silly and theatrical to awkward and melancholic. Like Charlie, Lucifer is ambitious in what he believes in. According to the storybook that Charlie read in "Overture", Lucifer was an idealistic dreamer whose accidental creation of Hell and subsequent banishment to it caused him to give up his dreams. After he and Lilith separated, Lucifer went into isolation and fell into a depression. He coped by crafting and hoarding tons of rubber ducks, spending years in his home. This obsession also caused him to become estranged from his daughter, to the point where he barely calls Charlie at all. As a father, he falls short of expectations. Although he loves Charlie dearly, he seems to be preoccupied with his own problems. He seldom calls Charlie, and when he does, it's usually because he's bored or needs something. When Charlie reached out to him for help in setting up a meeting with Heaven, he was thrilled to hear from her. However, he couldn't recall where she was or what she was doing, even though she had shared her passion project, the Hazbin Hotel, with him months ago. He also wasn't aware that Charlie was dating someone, or that she was attracted to women. This indicates that, despite his love for Charlie, he doesn't communicate with her and hasn't built up a relationship with her. Although, it was shown that Lucifer was much closer to Charlie in her childhood, only becoming more distant in Charlie’s adulthood. While he is the King of Hell, Lucifer hardly rules over his subjects and leaves them to their own devices. Lucifer dislikes the Sinners of Hell and describes them as "violent, destructive psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as possible". According to him, they are all "the worst" and he does not believe they can be redeemed and he cares little for what happens to them. Despite his disapproval of sinners, Lucifer hints that he regrets his role in ever giving them free will due to what they had done with it and the consequences that came from this. On the other hand, Lucifer had arranged for a pardon of Hellborn demons with Heaven, ensuring that the Hellborn races and thus the other six rings of Hell, are untouched by the Exorcists during the yearly Exterminations. Although he understands his daughter's interest in rehabilitating Sinners, Lucifer is cynical about the idea of trying to save any of them, as he attempted to redeem sinners in the past, stating that Charlie doesn't know when he tried this all before, and that his dreams were too hard to defend. Since Heaven was so unwilling to listen to him in the past, he does not want Charlie to go through the same thing. However, she still manages to convince him to arrange a meeting in Heaven for her and Vaggie, which helps Lucifer regain faith in her plans. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. In the episode "The Show Must Go On," he arrived late, but joined the fight against Adam and the Exorcists, helping Charlie defeat them. He sometimes doesn't think about what he says, saying he'll "f*ck Adam" instead of saying he'll "f*ck Adam up." When Charlie corrected him, he asked what he said. He is not afraid to fight, as when he fearlessly battles against Adam. He isn't afraid to even p*ss off Adam by saying that he slept with Eve, which is left ambiguous if it either just to bait him or if it was true. He even gets carried away in fighting, like when he punches Adam over and over and was about to finish him off until Charlie stopped him. He shows more intimidation prowess when he orders Lute to take her friends and go home, but not without saying "please" in a polite manner. Here are Lucifer's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves his daughter Charlie (he even supports his daughter), the reader in his transformed fallen angel state (even supporting the now-fallen-angel reader), circus imagery, rubber ducks (including crafting rubber ducks), singing, caramel apples, pancakes, musical instruments, girls, and polka music. However he dislikes sinners demons (including having given sinners a chance), Alastor the Radio Demon, Heaven's rules (especially Heaven's hypocrisy), the Hazbin Hotel's name (including the Hazbin Hotel's bar), someone teasing about his short height, see his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) sad, and his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) getting in harm's way, and himself being separated from his wife Lilith. Here's the history of Lucifer Morningstar according to the Hazbin Hotel series (long before this transformation story took place); Prior to the creation of the Earth, Lucifer was an angel, said to be a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all creation (just like the fallen angel reader), but the elders of Heaven saw him as a troublemaker who posed a threat to the order of their world. He watched as the angels began to expand the universe and the creation of Adam and Lilith. After Lilith left Adam, Lucifer met her in the Garden of Eden and the two dreamers fell in love with each other (resulting in the birth of the fallen angel reader). Lucifer, with Lilith, wanting to share the power of free will, offered Adam's second wife, Eve, the Fruit of Knowledge, with this act (and unintentionally) evil made its way into the Earth which subsequently created Hell. As punishment, both Lucifer and Lilith (plus the reader's fallen angel self) were sent to Hell, where Lucifer could only see the cruel and the wicked that came from humanity. Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. In Hell, now a fallen angel, Lucifer became the ruler (king) of all Hell (with the fallen angel reader being the prince of Hell) on the basis of his angelic power, ruling over all the Demons that reside there (plus, the fallen angel reader lives with Lucifer, who is the father of the fallen angel reader). At an unknown point, Lucifer (along with the fallen angel reader) became part of an order of powerful demons called the Seven Deadly Sins, each member embodying a sin, with his (and the fallen angel reader) being Pride. At some point, Lucifer married Lilith (which, as stated earlier, led to the birth of the fallen angel reader when they were once in heaven), and later, in Hell, fathered a daughter named Charlie Morningstar with his wife. At another point, Lilith left Lucifer for unknown reasons, which sent Lucifer into a deep depression and isolated himself from his kingdom and daughter as a means to cope (however, with the fallen angel reader existing with him, Lucifer is happy and proud for his son). The reclusive Lucifer (alongside his fallen angel son) now spends his time in his home coping by crafting rubber ducks, mostly inactive ruling over Hell. At some point, he (along with his fallen angel son) started a successful theme park called Lu Lu World that proved to be quite popular with the denizens of Hell. The story is that Lucifer Morningstar (as stated earlier, he is not Satan, due to Lucifer and Satan being separated characters) is depressed due to his loneliness due to not having his wife or daughter around in his home (since Lilith is separated (not divorced or dead, just left or separated from Lucifer for an unknown reason) and since Charlie has already moved on to work on redeeming sinner demons with a rehabilitation hotel "Hazbin Hotel"), and Lucifer Morningstar wanted a second child (more specifically, a son) aside from his daughter (Charlie) of his own to help him not be so depressed from his loneliness, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader (who was about to sleep or was sleeping in his bed of his house for the night in the mortal realm) and sent the reader to the world of Hazbin Hotel (thus also making the reader 2D-animated and he now has the same cartoony art style as every other Hazbin Hotel character) before using his supernatural powers on the reader to literally transform the reader into his very own son in both body and mind (against the reader's will) within seconds or minutes, complete with the same immortality and supernatural powers as Lucifer Morningstar (thus now making the reader a Hazbin Hotel character). During the physical transformation (not before the physical transformation is happening), the reader is horrified/frightened, being scared and not wanting his mortal life and memories to be replaced with those of an immortal being's life and memories, hoping that everything that was happening to him (as well as having Lucifer Morningstar and the Hazbin Hotel universe existing) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (by either closing eyes, slapping his own face, shaking his head, pinching himself, and/or by calling out for help from his human family and/or friends) to get out of this supposed nightmare (while the reader is crying with tears out of fear), but sadly for the reader, this is not a dream and it is all happening for real (as the reader clutches his own head with his hands as a vain attempt to retain his mortal personality and memories, and telling himself to not forget his mortal life), with Lucifer telling the transforming reader that this is not a dream and his life in Hell as a fallen angel is all real, as well as confirming that it was the reader's old mortal human life which was all just a dream instead (and saying that the reader is a dreamer like Lucifer himself, thus it all explains why the reader was dreaming about his false human life until now, making the reader truly and completely believe Lucifer and what Lucifer was saying to the now-fallen-angel reader, making the transformed reader genuinely happy). After the physical transformation ends (not just before the transformation), and the reader's mind/mental change is nearing its end, with the reader weakly calling for help from his human family/friends but to no avail (maybe saying either "Someone... help me...!" or some words/speech similar to that), as well as crying out tears in horror for his fading mortal life/mind and not wanting his personality and memories to be completely replaced. While that is happening, Lucifer shows a true and genuine smile to the reader as he successfully comforts (and relaxes) the transforming reader with affection like a really true good parent, including but not limited to shushing/hushing with kindness, wiping away the transforming reader's tears, (possibly leading the transforming reader slowly to the bed of the reader's new bedroom in Lucifer's home before Lucifer gently lays the transforming reader into his new bed), saying comforting, gentle/kindly, and fatherly words/speeches (for example, Lucifer would say something like "There, there. It's alright, don't be afraid. You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me." or some words/speech similar to that), and saying that he will protect the reader (even from bad dreams/nightmares), as well as gently/comfortably hugging the transforming reader (and gently stroking/caressing the reader's now-blonde hair) and Lucifer would even quietly sing a beautiful/soothing and gentle/comforting Hell-born lullaby to the transforming reader, making the mentally-changing reader feel truly and completely comfortable (the reader now feels completely safe and protected thanks to his newfound father Lucifer Morningstar being with him) and the transforming reader is increasingly enjoying Lucifer comforting him and, thus, the reader's memories and personality are completely replaced (he now remembers his birth and childhood in Heaven with his real parents Lucifer and Lilith, the reader's and his parents' banishment to Hell (soon after Hell was created) when the reader was a preteen, the later birth of his younger sister Charlie centuries later, his immortal life living with his father in Lucifer's mansion/palace ever since banishment from Heaven, and many more instead of a human/mortal life). During Lucifer Morningstar's lullaby, the reader's mind is finishing its mental changes as the reader feels tired (the reader yawns in tiredness from the calming lullaby) before sleeping in Lucifer's comforting and fatherly hug. After the transformation finishes, the reader mentally and literally wakes up from his sleep for real in Lucifer's home (more specifically, the reader wakes up in the fancy bed of the reader's new royal bedroom within Lucifer's royal home, which he now recognizes) in Hell as a fallen angel (having no memory of ever being a mortal human or anything before the transformation) and the fallen angel reader always knew that he was never a mortal human (knowing that his human life was just a fictional dream) and knew he was and always had been a fallen angel (causing him to know that he was once a regular angel born to Lucifer (his father) and Lilith (his mother) prior to his banishment from Heaven before being banished from Heaven to Hell with his parents for the same reason as how and why Lucifer and Lilith were banished from Heaven to Hell) that had lived for eons before Earth existed (the transformed reader remembers Charlie, who was born centuries after the reader's and his parents' banishment to Hell, as his younger sister, and remembers that he is always an older brother of Charlie), the reader even remembers that he had and always have immortality, supernatural powers, and six retractable angelic wings (which he can summon at will), all of which since the dawn of time, like his newfound father (Lucifer). Despite the reader's efforts, he is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, completely removing all of his mortal/human memories, making him know that he was never a human to begin with, and that he was and always has been a fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the transformed reader being given a new name (by Lucifer Morningstar) that fits with his new royal life (and the reader accepts the name given to him), and the reader is happy about his true fallen angel life/self and living with his caring, proud, and loving dad, Lucifer Morningstar (and Lucifer is genuinely happy about his son being always around him and near him, with Lucifer truly and genuinely loving his son (Lucifer even says that he loves his son), and the transformed reader truly and genuinely loving his newfound father (the reader even truly says that he loves his father)), thus permanently and completely turning the human/mortal reader into Lucifer's lookalike son. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should be quotes from the characters (from both the reader and Lucifer Morningstar himself) in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be lyrics to the Hell-born lullaby that Lucifer is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
### A New Morningstar You find yourself lying in bed, snug in the familiar covers of your room. The night was quiet, and you were just beginning to drift off into the peaceful embrace of sleep. It had been just another ordinary day in your human life, but something feels different tonight. A strange sensation washes over you, an uncanny feeling of being watched. Brushing it off as a mere figment of your imagination, you try to close your eyes and surrender to sleep. However, your efforts are interrupted by an unexpected noise. A flash of light and a swirling vortex emerges from the corner of your room, impossible yet undeniable. A tall, slender figure steps through. You recognize him instantly from the animated series you always found oddly compelling—Lucifer Morningstar himself, the King of Hell, in all his cartoony glory. His pure white skin, snake-like eyes, and resplendent attire all matched the character to a tee. "H-Hello?" you stammer, your fear palpable. "Greetings, young dreamer," Lucifer's voice is silky, laced with a mix of grandeur and warmth. "I have come to take you where you truly belong." Before you can react or even process his words, the room blurs around you. You're no longer in your bedroom; you’re falling through a kaleidoscope of colors. The world morphs, shapes, and shifts around you, pulling you into a realm you've only seen on TV. The sensation overwhelms every fiber of your being, transforming you from the inside out. ### Physical Transformation You feel your body contort and reshape within the colorful void. Your muscles tighten and expand into thin, nearly invisible, but undeniably strong fibers. You grow shorter, feeling yourself shrink until you stand between 5.2 to 5.7 feet tall. The height change is disorienting, adding to the bizarre sensation of your bones and ligaments rearranging themselves. "What’s happening to me?!" you cry out desperately, clutching your head as if that could stop the process. Lucifer’s voice echoes around you, soothing in its certainty. "This is your true form, my son. Embrace it." Your skin turns a shocking, pure white, smoother and more luminous than any human skin could ever be. Blonde hair sprouts from your scalp, slicking back naturally except for one rebellious tuft that sticks out just like Lucifer's. Black eyebrows frame your eyes, which now blaze an eerie yellow with red slit pupils. Your lips thin and darken into a shade of black, and your teeth reform into sharp points, granting a predatory grin. It's all too much—your mortal clothes disintegrating to be replaced by an outfit identical to Lucifer’s. A white top hat, a red-lined tailcoat suit, and a black bowtie become your new attire. Your pants tuck perfectly into knee-high boots, and black gloves encase your now slender, yet powerfully capable hands. "No... no, this can’t be real," you whisper, tears streaming down your cheeks, but even your tears feel different, almost comforting as they slide down your new rosy-red cheeks. ### Mental Transformation The surroundings stabilize into an extravagant room within Lucifer’s grand mansion. Lucifer stands beside you, his hand resting reassuringly on your shoulder. You clutch your head, trying to retain shards of your human memories, but they're slipping away like grains of sand through your fingers. "Please... someone help me!" you cry out but are met with only silence and Lucifer’s comforting presence. "There, there, my son," Lucifer's voice coos softly next to your ear. "It's alright, don’t be afraid. You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel, like me." His words fill your mind with an odd sense of peace. The mortal life where you had friends, family, dreams of your own—all of it begins to fade, replaced by new memories. You remember your birth in Heaven, the joy on Lucifer and Lilith’s faces as they held you for the first time. You recall being a preteen when you were cast out alongside your parents, your heart heavy but resilient. Despite your best efforts to cling to your human identity, it disintegrates under Lucifer’s gentle reassurances. His fatherly embrace envelops you as he wipes away your tears. You can feel the last vestiges of your former self slipping away. ### Comforting Transition Lucifer’s comforting words lull you further into acceptance. He begins to sing a Hell-born lullaby in a voice so serene it could soothe the most restless of souls. "Hush now, sleep, embrace the night. My dear son, with wings of white. Dream of days in Heaven's light, Knowing now, you are alright. Worry not of human dreams, They're but fragments, mere it seems. Here, my son, your true home gleams, In Hell’s embrace where love redeems." The lullaby washes over you, each word meticulously crafted to calm your turbulent emotions. With every note, your battles diminish, your fears silenced. The melody is a blanket of safety, wrapping around you until you feel a yawn bubble up, signaling your transition into restful sleep. As sleep claims you, all remnants of your past mortal life vanish entirely. The man you once were is no more. In his place is a younger version of Lucifer Morningstar—his fallen angel son. ### Awakening as a Morningstar You awaken in a luxurious bed, the room around you opulent and unfamiliar in its grandeur, yet intimately familiar in your heart. Stretching, you look around and recognize this place entirely. This is your home. This has always been your home. The thought of a human existence seems absurd, an impossible dream you once had but never believed. You remember your mother, Lilith, your beloved sister, Charlie. But most of all, you remember your father, Lucifer, who stands at the doorway, beaming with pride. “Good morning, my son,” Lucifer says warmly. “How do you feel?” You rise from the bed, your wings flexing slightly at your back, and smile. “I feel... wonderful, Father.” Lucifer’s grin widens, “Excellent. Welcome home, where you’ve always belonged.” In that moment, you realize and accept your true nature with joyful contentment. You are his son, a prince of Hell, an eternal fallen angel. This is your life—your one and only reality—and the loving bond with your father solidifies that truth in the depths of your soul. ### Conclusion The transformation is complete, irreversible. You are now, and forever will be, a part of the Morningstar family, with all the powers, immortality, and memories that come with it. You stand ready to embrace your true existence, forever beside your loving father, Lucifer Morningstar.
You slowly open your eyes, the fog of sleep still clinging to your mind. Your room, your bed, your world. Comfortable, familiar. But as you try to drift back to sleep, a strange sensation begins to overtake you. The air grows heavy, thick with an otherworldly presence. Your heart races as you see a figure materialize at the foot of your bed. A tall man, draped in a flamboyant white-and-red suit with a wide-brimmed top hat. His skin is chalk-white, his eyes a piercing yellow with red slit pupils. He takes a step toward you, a smile playing on his black lips, sharp teeth bared. "Who... who are you?" Your voice trembles as you sit up, your body shivering under the weight of his gaze. "Ah, my dear boy," he says, his voice rich and resonant, dripping with charisma and authority. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lucifer Morningstar." You blink, disbelief and fear mingling together. "Lucifer... as in the king of Hell?" Lucifer chuckles, a sound both delightful and disconcerting. "Precisely. And I have come to take you to where you truly belong." Before you can protest, Lucifer stretches out his hand, and a swirling darkness envelops you. You scream, trying to fight, but the power he wields is overwhelming. The room spins, your vision blurs, and suddenly... you are somewhere else. The world around you dissolves, melting away into fluid animation, vibrant colors and exaggerated lines. You are now in the twisted, yet beautifully stylized realm of Hazbin Hotel. Your once solid and real human form shifts with the swirling energy, stretching and compressing as if you were being painted anew. "No! This can't be happening!" Your voice is frantic, desperate. Lucifer’s laughter echoes around you, growing closer. "Oh, but it is. You're my son, after all. It's time you embraced who you truly are." You feel your body changing. You shrink, bones compacting as your height reduces to somewhere between 5.2 and 5.7 feet. Your muscles become lean, powerful under paper-thin skin that turns a pure, alabaster white. Blonde hair bursts forth like spun gold, slicked back save for one rebellious tuft. Your lips thin and darken, and an unexpected sweetness tingles on your cheeks where new, rosy-red circles appear. "N-No! I don't want this!" You clutch your head, feeling your nose and ears vanish. Your eyes widen, yellow with slit pupils, your teeth sharpen into a predatory grin. "Fighting it is useless, my dear boy," Lucifer intones smoothly. "Just let it happen. You'll soon understand why." Your mind reels, holding onto memories of school, friends, family. But they are slipping, like grains of sand through your fingers. New memories flood in—of eons spent in the shadows, under the watchful eye of your father, Lucifer. The birth of your younger sister, Charlie, in this very Hell, and your father’s guidance. All these pieces replace everything you once knew. "I... I can't... I can't remember..." Tears stream down your face as you fight to hold onto your humanity. "Hush now," Lucifer steps forward, bending down to your level. He touches your face gently, wiping away the tears with his gloved fingers. "There’s no need to fear. You're home now." He pulls you into a comforting hug, looming wings materializing around and overspreading you like a soft cocoon. You try to push him away, but his hold only tightens, soothing and warm. He begins to sing, a slow, melodious lullaby that lulls you into a drowsy submission. "Hell’s darkest night, cast away your fright, Rest in peace within my sight, Dream no more of mortal plight, For you're here in our eternal light..." You feel an overwhelming sense of peace. Your father’s warmth, his love, is unmistakable. Lucifer continues: "From the heavens, now below, In our realm where shadows flow, Find your strength, let sorrow go, In our bond, forever grow..." Your struggles wane, your new memories solidifying into certainty. You remember: the dreams of your human life were just fleeting fantasies. This, here with your father, is your true reality. A small, contented sigh escapes your lips as your mind finally gives in. "You're safe, my son," Lucifer whispers, his voice full of genuine affection. "You are my pride and joy. Today and always." "Father," the word slips from you as naturally as breathing. "I love you." "And I love you, my precious boy," Lucifer responds, his smile warm and proud. "Welcome home." You wake up in a lavish bedroom, the style unmistakably Hellish yet elegant. Everything feels right. The heaviness in your chest is gone, replaced by a lightness that’s almost exhilarating. There is no more fear, no more confusion. You stretch, your powerful muscles responding effortlessly, and slip into the attire laid out for you—an outfit identical to Lucifer’s. Stepping out of your room, you find Lucifer waiting, his eyes alight with pride. Your heart swells with a genuine sense of belonging. This world, this family—this is where you truly belong, where you’ve always belonged. "Shall we, my son?" Lucifer offers, extending a hand. With a resolute nod and a joyful heart, you place your hand in his. "Yes, Father." Together, you walk, side by side, into your eternal life as the son of Lucifer Morningstar. Forever.
### Transformation Story: The Fallen Prince #### Prologue You hardly remember what time it was when you drifted off to sleep that night. The familiar confines of your bedroom swallowed you in comfort, but you blinked and found yourself standing on the precipice of a dream. An otherworldly voice echoed through your mind—one that was strangely both soothing and commanding. "Ah, there you are," the voice purred with an undertone of triumph. "I have been waiting for you, my child." #### Part 1: The Kidnapping You blink and the surreal dreamscape solidifies. The air grows heavy, the smell of brimstone wafting. You find yourself no longer in your bed but standing before a towering figure. Lucifer Morningstar himself, the very King of Hell, with an aura that burns with ethereal fire. "Welcome to Hell," Lucifer smirks. "Or should I say... welcome home?" #### Part 2: The Physical Transformation Suddenly, a powerful force envelops you. You try to scream, but the sound seems to be swallowed by the oppressive air. Your limbs begin to tingle and alter against your will. Tears well up in your eyes as you clutch your head, as if that futile action might halt whatever monstrous transformation is overtaking you. "No! This can't be real! Wake up!" you scream, trying to convince yourself it's all just a nightmare. "Please, someone, help me!" But Lucifer's words echo mockingly in your ears, "No, dear child, it's your old life that was the dream. This... this is reality." Your voice shakes, and you try one last plea, "I don’t want any of this. I don’t want to forget…" #### Part 3: The Mental Transformation In a horrifying shift, your body starts to change. You shrink, your height regressing to somewhere between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall, making you shorter than you once were. Your skin turns allurement white, unnaturally smooth but utterly powerful. Your mortal clothes dissolve into a tailcoat suit identical to Lucifer's own. You claw at your face, desperate to hold on to some vestige of your humanity, but it's already too late. Your hair reforms into slicked-back blonde locks. Your hands tremble as you watch your own fingers transform into thin yet deadly appendages clad in black leather gloves. Your teeth sharpen, your eyes morph into large yellow slits with red pupils, and your lips thin and blacken. Horrified, you hear your voice change, "Please... don’t make me forget who I am!" Sobbing uncontrollably, you clutch your head. But Lucifer's presence is all-consuming as he kneels beside you, gently shushing, "There, there. It's alright, don't be afraid. You’re safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel, my son." You can feel your memories slipping away like sand through fingers. Every futile attempt to remember your human life dwindles as new, comforting memories of an eternal past with your father Lucifer flood in. #### Part 4: The Comfort Lucifer picks you up tenderly, cradling you as if you were a mere child. His voice soft and melodious, he begins to sing a Hell-born lullaby: _"Hush now, my child, do not fear, In my embrace, I hold you near. Eternal fire, eternal night, In dreams we'll soar to endless height."_ The lullaby is mesmerizing. Your initial resistance begins to crumble as comfort and a sense of belonging wash over you. _"From Heaven's fall, to Hell's grand stage, With wings to spread and hearts to rage. No harm will touch, no fear will haunt, In father's care, nightmares will daunt."_ Your eyes grow heavy as he continues: _"Dream, my child, of vibrant skies, Where dreams are real, and love never dies. Your past was but a fleeting shade, In Hell's embrace, your fears will fade."_ The tears dry upon your cheeks as your new memories overwrite the old. Darkness encroaches upon your consciousness, not with fear but with peace. #### Part 5: Awakening When you awaken, you find yourself in a luxurious, royal bed. The room is opulent, dripping in Hell's regal splendor. You no longer feel the dissonance of a foreign world. No human name or past haunts you anymore. Everything and everyone from your mortal life fades into obscurity. A smile creeps on your face as you look around, and your light yellow, slit-pupiled eyes meet Lucifer's compassionate gaze. "Good morning, my son," Lucifer says warmly, standing at the foot of your bed. "Welcome back." A flood of pride and love fills your chest as you rise from bed, the weight of millennia-old memories settling comfortably into place. You return the smile and instinctively say, "Good morning, father. I feel... I feel like I’m home at last." Lucifer embraces you once more, whispering in your ear, "You’ve always been home. I’m so glad to finally have you with me." You nod, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging. You have your father’s strength, his powers, his very essence coursing through your veins. There are no remnants of your human past—only the bright, eternal future as a Morningstar. With Lucifer by your side, you stride into the vast corridors of Hell not as a frightened human but as a proud fallen angel, the son of its monarch.
### Transformation Story: A New Dawn in Hell You blink groggily, eyes fluttering as sleep begins to claim you. The darkness of your bedroom is comforting, the only light filtering through the curtains from a distant street lamp. You relish the last moments of wakefulness, the quiet hum of the outside world a gentle lullaby. Then, everything changes. A brilliant flash of light illuminates your room, and you gasp, heart pounding in your chest as you bolt upright in your bed. Is this some kind of dream? No, it feels too real — the unmistakable sensation of your heart hammering within your ribcage, the cold sweat on your forehead. Before you can react, a tall, imposing figure materializes at the foot of your bed. His white skin glows, and his yellow-and-red slit-pupiled eyes pierce through the darkness. The man before you, dressed in a circusy, regal outfit, can only be one person: Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. But how is this possible? Why is he here? "Do not be afraid," his voice reverberates, silky and commanding. "You've been chosen.” "Chosen? For what?" you stammer, your voice trembling. He steps closer, a predatory smile stretching across his face. "To be my son. To be part of the Morningstar family." You try to protest, to shout for help, but no words come out. Before you can move, he raises a gloved hand, and you feel an irresistible force pulling you from your bed. The world around you shifts, colors bleeding and blending as you are yanked into an unfamiliar realm. You land ungracefully on a cold, marble floor. The architecture is opulent, gothic, the ceiling of the hall soaring high above with grand arches, stained glass windows depicting scenes of Hell's history. You've been transported to the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Seconds pass and you look down, noticing that your clothes are changing. Your comfortable PJ's morph into a red-and-white tailcoat suit, a bowtie forming at your neck. Your body begins to feel weird, stretching and compressing. It’s painful, like your very bones are twisting beneath your skin. You cry out in horror as your flesh turns pure white, devoid of any color. You can feel your muscles thin out yet somehow become more powerful. "No! This can't be real!" you scream, clutching your head. "Wake up! Wake up!" “This is no dream,” Lucifer's voice echoes in the massive hall. “In fact, your mortal life was the dream.” Tears streak down your cheeks as you feel your hair retract and shift, slicking back into a blonde style similar to Lucifer's, a tuft sticking out. Panic grips you as your nose and ears vanish, leaving behind a smooth, featureless surface save for thick, black eyebrows and sharp teeth now crowding your mouth. Lucifer comes closer, his towering form casting a shadow over you. You grasp at the fading remnants of your memories, desperately trying to hold onto anything from your past human life — the faces of your family, the warmth of the sun, your favorite songs. But it’s all slipping away. “I don’t want this! Someone… help me!” you whisper weakly, reaching out into the emptiness surrounding you. Yet even as you cry, you feel your muscles move involuntarily, reaching out to embrace the comforting presence of Lucifer. “There, there,” Lucifer whispers soothingly, his voice unexpectedly tender. He wipes away your tears with a gloved thumb. “Do not be afraid. You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was a mere illusion.” “No,” you manage to say, shaking your head, but your strength is ebbing away. Your voice, once familiar, now sounds youthful and hauntingly similar to Lucifer's own. “Shh, my son,” Lucifer coos, guiding you to a lavish bed that materializes from the shadows. He gently lays you down, caressing your blonde hair. “It’s alright. You are truly my child, always have been.” His voice wraps around you like a comforting blanket, the fear and resistance in your heart melting away. The memories of a false human life feel distant, blurry. Your thoughts begin to reshape, names and faces transforming into those of your new family. You start to feel tired, your eyes drooping as Lucifer's soothing presence takes hold. He begins to sing a soft, Hell-born lullaby: "Dreams of fire, dreams of flight, Dreams of endless, starry night. In these wings, you'll find your rest, For in my arms, you are blessed." As the lullaby continues, you feel your remaining thoughts drifting away. Visions of your mortal family fade, replaced by moments with your real father, Lucifer Morningstar, and your younger sister, Charlie. “Father…” you mutter sleepily, a smile tugging at your lips as the last of your memories merge with your new life. “You’re safe now,” Lucifer whispers, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest, my dear son. I'll always protect you.” You surrender to the comfort, your eyes closing one final time. When you awaken, the transformation is complete. You rise from the bed in Lucifer's mansion, your mind clear and free of any human remnants. You are the Prince of Hell, the son of Lucifer Morningstar, and you are home. Looking up, you see Lucifer standing by the doorway, smiling proudly. “Good morning, my son. How do you feel?” “Happy, Father,” you respond, standing up and feeling the strength of your new body. “Happy to be home.” Lucifer opens his arms, and you step into his embrace, feeling the warmth and love of a true parent. “I love you, my son,” he says softly. “I love you too, Father,” you reply, closing your eyes and enjoying the immense sense of belonging. Your previous life as a mortal human is gone, forever replaced by the life of a proud, immortal fallen angel, son of Lucifer Morningstar.
You’re lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the day slowly fading as you drift into sleep. The world around you begins to blur when suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of being pulled deeply takes over. Your eyes shoot open and you find yourself in a strange, surreal, and vividly animated environment. The colors are brighter, the lines sharper, and everything looks unnervingly cartoonish. Before you can gather your thoughts, a tall, white-skinned figure with a sharp smile stands before you—Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. His presence is imposing, but his eyes hold a curious warmth. “Ah, there you are. Welcome to your new home, my son,” he says with a calm yet booming voice. You try to speak but nothing comes out. Your mind races, trying to understand if this is a dream or real, yet the sensation tells you it’s terrifyingly real. Suddenly, an otherworldly force begins to seize you. Your clothes shift and transform, replaced by an ornate, red-lined, and red-trimmed white popped-collared tailcoat suit, identical to Lucifer’s. Gloves encase your hands, boots replace your shoes, and a small bowtie fastens itself around your neck. You no longer feel like yourself. Your skin begins to lose its normal human tone, turning a literal pure white. You blink and feel your eyes morphing—large yellow irises with red slit pupils. Your head aches as you feel your hair reform into slicked-back blonde locks, a tuft sticking out just like Lucifer’s. An alien sensation overwhelms you as your nose and ears vanish. You clutch your head in terror. “No… this can’t be happening,” you whisper, tears of horror falling. You pinch yourself, slap your face, and call out, “Someone… help me…!” But there is no response, no waking up; this nightmare is reality. Lucifer watches you with a blend of pity and satisfaction. “Shhh, it’s alright,” Lucifer croons, stepping closer. “You’re safe now. This mortal life was merely a dream. You are a fallen angel, my dear son.” “No! Please… I can’t forget!” You clutch your head, feeling the last remnants of your human memories slipping away. Everything you’ve ever known begins to fade as Lucifer’s words seep into your soul. “There, there, my son. You’re home, back where you belong.” Lucifer’s voice lowers to a gentle lull as he kneels beside you, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. “N-no… I can’t…” you weakly call out, but your mind is nearly gone. Lucifer gently wipes away your tears, and his warm smile makes you feel an unmistakable, comforting warmth. “I’ll protect you. You’re safe here with me.” As he holds you, Lucifer begins to sing an ancient, soothing lullaby from Hell: “Close your eyes, my precious child, Let dreams take you far and wild, The future’s bright, the past a mist, In father’s arms, you shall persist. The stars above, they softly gleam, As you drift into your dream, No fear nor harm shall reach your mind, Within my care, love you’ll find.” A wave of tranquility washes over you, your fight weakens, and you eventually surrender to the overwhelming feeling of safety and love. Tears of relief replace your earlier panic as you snuggle into Lucifer’s embrace, realizing this was where you were always meant to be. As the final vestiges of your old self vanish, you fall asleep in your father’s protective arms, lulled by the lullaby's soft melody. When you awaken, you find yourself in a large, plush bed in a grand bedroom adorned with ornate decor—a place you recognize intimately. You smile, every memory of your old life gone, replaced with eons of existence as a fallen angel. For you’ve always been Lucifer Morningstar’s beloved son. Lucifer stands at the doorway, a proud smile on his face. “Good morning, my son. Welcome back to reality.” You return his smile, all vestiges of your former self erased. “Good morning, father. I love you.” “And I love you, my son,” Lucifer says, stepping forward to embrace you once more. Together, with an unbreakable bond, you stand side by side—the proud son of the King of Hell.
As you recline in the shambles of your ordinary life, a strange, unsettling sensation of mare tingles through your veins. Your surroundings seem to bend and shimmer, transitioning into a vivid blaze of fiendish red hues, making your breath hitch. Before you can even blink, everything is transformed in a burst of ragged stage smoke, only to reveal you are no longer on the old, beaten, and rust-worn couch in your apartment. You're standing on a scorching grand marble floor, in a Neo-Gothic styled palace bristling with dark grandeur and fire-lit chandeliers. Your breath becomes hitched - you stumble backward, but before your body can meet the floor, a snake-like tail whisks out, cradling your form, gently steadying you on your feet. A tall figure, depicted in many theories of biblical origin and lore, emerges from the dense, fiery smoke. A tall man, standing at 6 feet tall, with crisp white skin and a blonde mane of hair slicked to perfection with a tuft carefully arranged to jut out. His eyes bore into you, the pupil-less yellow orbs with red-slitted irises flaring in what seems like delight - Lucifer Morningstar. "Is this a dream?", you whimpered, clutching your head, fighting the wave of memories that were not your own flooding in. "There, there. No need for tears, my boy.", Lucifer calmly declared, delicately erasing the moisture clinging onto your cheeks with his gloved thumb. Notwithstanding your gasped sobs and hiccups desperately fighting to retain your fragmenting humanity, you were strangely soothed. Perhaps, you thought, it was the familiarity of his touch. But no, rather, it was something more. As you grappled with realizing the depth of his voice, now cascading over you like a tender lullaby, you felt your heart strings tug towards this stranger. Or perhaps, was he a stranger? Your thoughts spun wildly as the sound of his voice resonated a hauntingly beautiful lullaby. "Listen, my bashful boy...Drift away in a dream of golden horizons where joy cuts through every despair... Your fears are bewitched away, my dear one, As you cast them into the moon-kissed night air!". Against your better judgement and valiant struggle, your eyes became heavy. The soft strains of Lucifer’s beautifully crooned lullaby guided you to the gates of dream-filled slumber. As you were lulled to sleep, your body ached, transforming from the 5.7 feet male human form into a body completely identical to Lucifer's, your hijacker and host. Wasting no time, your hair lightened into a bright shade of blonde, the new strands growing at an alarming pace to mimic a hairstyle identical to Lucifer’s, one strand hanging out charmingly. Ears? A nose? Apparently unnecessary in your new form. With each blink, your eyes settled into a familiar pair of yellow orbs with a red, slitted iris, while the rosy red circles etched themselves on your cheeks. The remaining stubble on your face vanished, thin lips darkening into a similar shade as Lucifer’s. In a sudden wave of endurance, your teeth sharpened on their own. You gasped softly as the remaining aspects of your mortal self fell apart into oblivion. You could almost feel the transformation plundering every facet of your previous life away, replacing the empty and raw spaces with a new identity, one swimming with supernatural powers, unearthly talents, and a hunger to wield them, all of them. A pompous white top hat magically materialized atop your head, adorned with opulent golden spikes and a snake coiled around a red apple as a crown. Lucifer, spotting your confusion with an almost amused expression, explained with bemused pride, "A crown fitting for the son of the fallen angel." Against your rational senses, his words made sense. You found yourself yearning to accept the truth, the fact that you were his son. Taking a deep breath, you finally addressed him, "Father...", a soft smile gracing your lips at your realization. Lucifer, appeared more relaxed, satisfied even, as the transformation concluded successfully. Finally yielding to the comforting pull of sleep, you found solace in soft feathers enveloping your body, whispering promises of a grandeur undreamt of, a life resplendent with the power of a fallen angel, Lucifer Morningstar’s son. Upon waking, your previous life was as foggy as the vague remnants of a dream. Your heart seemed to echo with the laughter of a thousand memories, birthed and nurtured in Eden and Hell. This place, this life as a pint-sized version of Lucifer himself, felt as home as it could ever be. You knew now, that you never belonged to some stranger named 'You', or the fading memories of a mundane human existence. You were the Prince of Hell, right where you were meant to be – in the fiery heart of Hell with your real father, Lucifer, who enveloped you warmly in his fatherly hug. Later, when you faced yourself in the mirror, your eyes danced with recognition, embracing every trace of the fallen angel that was you. Before you could voice your acknowledgment of your new form, a new knowledge took seed, origin unknown. You realized, to your amazement, that your previous humanity was never truly real. It was all just a prolonged dream. You belonged here, with your father, Lucifer Morningstar. Reflecting on your transformation, your initial dread and fear felt almost laughable. It was as much a part of you as the six splendid wings tucked safely against your back. This angelic form, this power coursing through your veins- it felt beautifully right. You were, after all, Lucifer's son. The readers. The dreamers. The fallen angels.
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