"Transformed by Hell's Song: The Son of Lucifer Morningstar Emerges in a New World"

You feel yourself stirring from a deep sleep, the haze of dreams still clouding your thoughts. As you begin to regain consciousness, something feels off. The air around you is warmer, the atmosphere thinner. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a grand, but unfamiliar, royal bedroom—decorated with ornate designs, luxurious fabrics, and an ambiance fit for royalty. Your initial confusion escalates as you realize you are no longer lying in your own bed at home. Sitting up, you notice your skin is almost pure white, and your arms have taken on a dark grey hue. Panic sets in as you reach up to feel your hair, now blonde and slicked back with a rogue tuft sticking out. Your fingers brush past thick black eyebrows, and as your hand passes over where you expect to feel your nose, you find nothing. Looking down at your attire, you see a grand outfit that mirrors the appearance of a circus ringmaster, complete with a wide-brimmed top hat and a luxurious tailcoat. "What...what is happening?" you mutter, your voice sounding foreign, like a younger version of someone very powerful—similar to, but distinct from, Lucifer Morningstar. The memories of your human life start to flood your mind, but they are rapidly being replaced by vivid recollections of an entirely different existence. You fight desperately to retain who you are (or who you believed yourself to be), but the memories of being Lucifer Morningstar's son override your resistance. You feel a deep connection to your father and mother, Lilith, and to your younger sister, Charlie. Your human past is slipping away, replaced with eons of life as a formidable fallen angel, living in this very mansion in Hell. A knock at the door pulls you completely from your deteriorating human memories. The door opens, and standing there is Lucifer Morningstar himself—tall, imposing, and grand. His large, yellow, snake-like eyes with red slit pupils lock onto yours, and his thin, black lips curl into a loving, yet proud, smile. The sight of him feels entirely natural to you now. "Ah, my son, you are finally awake," he says with genuine warmth as he steps into the room, his cane tapping against the marbled floor. Your heart swells with a deep sense of familiarity and love for this figure—your father. "Father..." you utter, the word rolling off your tongue effortlessly. Any trace of the person you believed yourself to be has vanished. Lucifer walks over and kneels beside the bed, his eyes softening as they take you in. "There's no need to be afraid. What you thought was your life as a human was simply a bad dream. You are, and always have been, my beloved son. You are a fallen angel, just like me. Do you understand?" The remaining fragments of your human identity dissolve entirely, and you nod confidently. "Yes, Father. It was merely a dream... I am your son." "Good," Lucifer whispers soothingly, pulling you into a gentle, protective hug. "You have nothing to fear. I will always protect you, my child." Tears of relief spill from your eyes as you bury your face into his shoulder. "Thank you, Father," you respond, your voice steadying. Lucifer gently leans back, placing a kiss on your forehead, then wipes away any residual tears. "Now, come. Let us test those wings of yours," he suggests with a mischievous grin. Standing up, you feel the surge of power throughout your entire being. Summoning your six angelic wings feels as natural as breathing. You spread them wide, watching in fascination as the white feathers, tinged with red, catch the dim light of the room. "You have inherited all my powers," Lucifer notes proudly. "Now try flying, conjuring portals, and manipulating fire." You follow his suggestions effortlessly, flying around the room with grace, creating portals with a flick of your wrist, and summoning flames that flicker and dance at your command. The abilities that were once the stuff of dreams come to you as naturally as walking. Lucifer guides you through each of your newfound talents. "Perfect, just perfect," he beams, watching with pride. "You are truly my son." Finally landing, the reality of your identity feels complete, unshakable. You look to Lucifer and say, "I understand now. I love you, Father." "And I love you, my son," he replies, placing a hand on your shoulder. "From this day forward, you shall be known as Lumiel Morningstar, the Prince of Hell." The name carries a power and a meaning that resonates deeply within you. "I am Lumiel Morningstar," you declare firmly, feeling a sense of belonging and power that you've never known before. You are ready to stand beside your father, ruling Hell and embracing your true nature as his fallen angel son. And with that, the bond between father and son is cemented, marking the beginning of your eternal life as Lumiel, Prince of Hell—side by side with your loving, protective, and proud father, Lucifer Morningstar.

You awaken to the opulent splendor of a grand room, its lavish decor sparkling in the dim yet ambient light. You blink several times, trying to gather your thoughts, but something feels off. The hum of distant strings from an unseen symphony sets the stage for a transformation that you can't yet comprehend. The first thing you notice is your body. It's... different. Smaller. You look down to find a bizarre yet exquisite suit covering your figure. It resembles the attire of a regal ringmaster, white with red trims and golden buttons, completed with black knee-high boots and black leather gloves. Your skin is an eerie pure white, your hands dark grey. Panic begins to set in until you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the ornate, full-length mirror opposite your bed. A gasp escapes your lips as you take in your new form. Blonde slicked-back hair with a defiant tuft sticking out, thick black eyebrows, thin black lips cradling a wicked array of sharp white teeth, and large yellow eyes with red slit pupils encased in light purple eyelids. Your cheeks are marked with a rosy-red circle on each side, giving you a doll-like appearance. You reach up to touch your face. There's no nose, no ears, and no familiar human warmth. Instead, your fingertips meet only smooth, cold skin. Tears well up in your massive eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you try to process the horrifying, overwhelming reality. You cry out in audible confusion and horror, "What is happening to me?!?! Where am I?!?!" Before you can attempt to make sense of things, a figure steps gracefully into the room – Lucifer Morningstar. He’s every bit as grandiose as he appears in the Hazbin Hotel series: about 6 feet tall, with pure white skin, blonde hair, and donned in an opulent, circus-esque get-up. He looks at you with a soft smile which somehow feels both comforting and intimidating. "Do not be afraid, my son,” Lucifer's deep, smooth voice resonates through the room. "You were merely plagued by a bad dream. A fantasy where you believed yourself to be mortal. But that is not your reality. You are, and always have been, my beloved child.” Your heart pounds with resistance, a part of you still grasping onto the remnants of fragmented memories of some other life. Mortal. Human. But it's fading fast. Lucifer steps closer, gently wiping your tears with the back of his gloved hand. "Remember who you truly are, my dear child. You've lived eons before Earth itself,” Lucifer continues, his voice a soothing balm. He wraps his arms around you in a gentle, protective fatherly hug, making you feel an unexplainable sense of security and comfort. Your human memories begin to fray at the edges before being consumed by the flood of familiarity—memories of being a fallen angel, banished alongside your father, Lucifer, and your mother, Lilith. You remember your younger sister, Charlie, and the countless nights spent in Lucifer's mansion, honing your supernatural powers and practicing your craft. The human life you thought you knew seems absurd now, like a far-off dream. The transformation is complete. The last remnants of your mortal past dissolve into nothingness. You look up at Lucifer—your father—and a sense of profound affection and happiness fills your heart. You are truly home. "Thank you, Father," you murmur, your voice now resembling Lucifer's but distinctly younger. "I love you, Dad." Lucifer's eyes soften further as he strokes your hair. "I love you too, my dear boy. Always remember, you are a Morningstar, with all the power and grace the name carries. You have nothing to fear." You struggle to recall your mortal name, but it's hopeless. "What… what is my name?" you ask, realizing you never remembered to ask. "Your name is Lyris,” Lucifer declares with a proud smile. “Lyris Morningstar, Prince of Hell.” The name feels right, as if it has always belonged to you. You nod, the last of your anxiety vanishing, replaced by the exhilaration of your new, genuine identity. “Lyris Morningstar,” you repeat, liking how it sounds. "Now, Lyris," Lucifer says as he steps back, his wings unfurling. "Shall we test your wings and abilities? Show me the power that flows through you." With a determined nod, you extend your own wings, marveling at their feathered splendor. Together with Lucifer, you explore the vast potential of your supernatural abilities, from pyrokinesis to portal creation. Every act feels natural, as if you've wielded these powers your entire life. As you fly with your father, creating portals and manipulating the elements, a sense of belonging and pride fills you. The grandeur of your new life unfolds before your eyes, not as an end but as a new, exhilarating beginning. You take your place beside Lucifer, ruling Hell with confidence and grace, your father’s pride and joy.

You suddenly awoke with a start, feeling disoriented and oddly light. The room you found yourself in was lavish, draped in rich fabrics and adorned with golden trims. This isn’t your bedroom. As your senses gradually started to align, your eyes darted around, taking in the opulence surrounding you. Everything felt strangely familiar, yet foreign at the same time. You tried to move, but something about your body felt off. Panic began to set in as you noticed your movements felt almost weightless. Looking down at yourself, you were taken aback. Your clothes were no longer the comfortable pajamas you had worn to bed but an elaborate outfit with a wide-brimmed white top hat, a red-lined tailcoat, and neat black boots. White gloves now covered your hands, and you felt an unexpected presence of power coursing through you. What the hell happened to me? You thought, your breathing quickening. The reflections in the nearby ornate mirror caught your eye, drawing your attention. You reluctantly walked over, your new, heeled boots clicking on the polished floor. What you saw made your heart race. Gone was the familiar face you'd known all your life, replaced by an undeniably more dramatic visage. Your skin was now pure white, your hair blonde and slicked back, with that distinctive tuft sticking out just like his. Your iris-less yellow eyes stared back, slit pupils burning with deep red, framed by large rosy-red cheeks and thick black lips curled into what could hardly be mistaken as anything other than a sinister smirk. "No," you whispered, your voice sounding unnaturally similar to Lucifer Morningstar's but somehow younger. Panic surged as tears welled up, flowing down your now colorless cheeks. "Ah, you're awake, my dear boy," a voice, smooth and theatrical, echoed from behind. You spun around to see Lucifer Morningstar himself, grinning broadly, standing at the room's entrance. “Who…what did you do to me?” you stammered, instinctively taking a step back. The sight of him brought back fragmented memories of being grabbed from your bed, of a fleeting moment of looking upon this very being with bewildered terror. Lucifer's smile softened into a look of almost fatherly concern. “Now, now, no need for those tears. What you remembered of being human was nothing but a mere dream...a bad one, at that. You were never human.” You could feel your memories slipping away, replaced by something warm and familiar. Images of being cradled by Lucifer and Lilith, moments spent honing supernatural abilities, and the unyielding bond of a family divinely cast out yet reigning supreme in Hell. “No, I...” You grasped at the fleeting shadows of your mortal past, feeling them disintegrate between your fingers. It felt so real, yet Lucifer's voice resonated with an undeniable truth. “You are my son,” Lucifer stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently wipe away your tears, “and this was always your home.” The warmth from his touch spread through you, chasing away the lingering remnants of panic. You knew he was right. Those silly human memories were nothing but shadows of an illusory dream. Your true life stretched back eons, ever since you and your father were cast down to this eternal realm. "You’ve always been here, alongside me and your mother, Lilith. And after Lilith left, you were always here beside me." You nodded slowly, feeling the acceptance of your true identity wash over you. Your name, your real name, surfaced in your mind with a newfound clarity. Pride swelled within you, mirroring your father's own grandiose nature. “Come, let me see you test those beautiful wings of yours,” Lucifer's voice carried a sense of pride and encouragement. With a thought, your six-feathered wings extended behind you, feeling as natural as breathing. Effortlessly, you took flight, gliding gracefully across the grand hall. Lucifer watched you with a delighted smile. “Excellent, my son. Now, remember your powers, your skills. Show me what you've always been capable of.” You descended gently, landing with a flourish. Testing each power was as effortless as wielding an extension of yourself, each conjuration, shapeshifting, and display of angelic and demonic magic met with Lucifer Morningstar’s approving gaze. “Well done, your name is fitting. Aurelius Morningstar,” he proclaimed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “It gives me great pride to stand with you, to rule with you.” You stood by his side, gazing at the demonic realm you call home. “Thank you, Father,” you responded earnestly, feeling a bond that transcended time. There you were, Aurelius Morningstar, prince of Hell. Beside your father, the King of Hell, confident and proud of your true self, leaving behind the remnants of a mortal dream. Ready to embrace your eternal role, you proclaimed, “I love you, Father.” “And I, you, my son,” Lucifer replied, his voice filled with genuine love and pride.

You wake up abruptly, feeling the world around you shift in a disorienting blur. The bed you're in is too soft, too luxurious, not the familiar comfort of your humble bedroom. You blink, trying to make sense of your surroundings. It's like stepping into a painting—vivid colors exaggerated, lines and shapes defined with a surreal sharpness. You deduce with a jolt that you must be dreaming, but the sensation is too real, too acute to dismiss. "Where... where am I?" you mutter, your own voice sounding off in your ears—higher, crisper. Panic rises in your chest as you sit up, feeling something fundamentally different about yourself. "Ah, you're awake," a voice intones, smooth and theatrical. It belongs to a tall, slender figure standing by the ornate doorway, dressed in an impeccable tailcoat and wide-brimmed hat—Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. "Lucifer? W-what's going on?" you stammer, feeling completely out of place. Lucifer's lips curl into a knowing smile. "Do not be afraid, dear boy. You had quite an unsettling dream, didn't you?" You struggle to remember your life before this moment, but the memories are slipping away like sand through your fingers. Your mind clings desperately to them, but a stronger force is pulling them apart, replacing them with new ones—alien yet intrinsically familiar. "No, this can't be right," you say, clutching your head as the unfamiliar memories pour in: a loving father guiding you, a regal mansion to call home, your wings spreading wide under the crimson skies of Hell. "It's alright. Let it flow," Lucifer's voice soothes. "You don't need to hold onto that false life. You're home now, where you belong." You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight it, but your efforts are futile. The fragmented memories solidify, replacing your sense of self. You remember your name—no, your true name now, lost to time and the cosmos. How could you have forgotten? You are not mortal. You're a fallen angel, the eldest son of Lucifer Morningstar. Your mortal identity was, as your father said, nothing but a fleeting dream. "I... I remember now," you say, the panic ebbing away, replaced by profound acceptance and relief. You look up at Lucifer with bright yellow eyes, a mischievous spark mirroring his own. "My name is... Lysander Morningstar." Lucifer's smile broadens. "Welcome back, my dear Lysander. You've always been a part of this family." He steps closer and envelops you in a comforting embrace. Any last remnants of fear or confusion dissipate, leaving you with unshakable confidence. You weren't once a human grappling with an impossible reality. You've always been this, always belonged here, guided and protected by your father. Drawing back, Lucifer regards you with a mixture of pride and expectation. "Now, Lysander, let's see what you truly are capable of. Shall we test your wings?" You nod. You feel the weight at your back and instinctively unfurl your six feathery wings, stretching them wide. With a single thought, you lift yourself effortlessly into the air, feeling the warm currents of Hell keeping you aloft. Lucifer claps, genuinely delighted. "Excellent! You've still got it. Now, let's try something more... arcane." With a fluid motion, Lucifer conjures a swirling portal. You follow his lead, your hands tracing unseen patterns in the air until a similar portal manifests before you. With each test, each display of power, you feel more and more like yourself—Lysander Morningstar, prince of Hell, an unfaltering pillar of pride and ambition. As hours pass, Lucifer guides you through your rediscovered abilities, from pyrokinesis to shapeshifting. Your talents flow naturally, as if you had never forgotten them. You even indulge in a duet with Lucifer, the two of you creating a harmonious performance with a violin you conjured from thin air. "Lysander, you've exceeded my expectations," Lucifer says, offering you a genuine smile. "Welcome back, my son." "Thank you, Father," you reply, the term fitting easily, filled with warmth and new-old affection. Every facade of the human life you once thought real has vanished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging. As you stand next to Lucifer, overlooking your father's vast kingdom, you know without a doubt that this is your true self, your true life. The future stretches out before you, bright and eternal. Hand in hand with the king of Hell, you are ready to embrace your destiny as Lysander Morningstar.

### Awakening in the Realm of Hell Your consciousness floats in the hazy boundary between dreams and reality. Slowly, awareness begins to creep in. The bed beneath you feels unfamiliar — softer, more luxurious than anything you remember. The air carries a faint, exotic aroma, something between incense and candle smoke. You open your eyes and see elaborate, exaggeratedly gothic architecture with splashes of crimson and gold surrounding you. The room, large and grandiose, is a blend of elegance and theatric opulence. Your mind races, trying to make sense of where you are. "Am I still dreaming?" you whisper, your voice echoing slightly. You push yourself to a sitting position and realize something is dramatically off. Your hands are pale, unnaturally slender, with dark grey forearms. Flashes of panic hit you. Grasping at your face, you find no nose or ears — a realization that sends shockwaves through your nerves. “No, no, no,” you mutter as you stumble from the ornate bed to a full-length mirror nearby. The reflection in the mirror startles you. Staring back is a figure much like Lucifer Morningstar from the Hazbin Hotel series, but younger, with sharp, all-white teeth, large yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils, and blonde slicked-back hair. The shock forces you to step back as tears begin to run down your cheeks. “This can’t be real… What happened to me?” Instinctively, you call out for help in your now strange but familiar surroundings. "Someone! Anyone!" Your own voice catches you off guard, sounding more refined and youthful with a hint of grandiosity. Suddenly, the grand door to your room swings open, and in steps Lucifer Morningstar himself, towering slightly over you at his six-foot height. His eyes seem to twinkle with pride and relief as he takes you in, the corners of his mouth lifting into a genuine smile. "Ah, my son," Lucifer addresses you warmly, stepping closer. "Don't be afraid. The life you remember as a human, it was just a bad dream. You are home now, where you truly belong." Your new mind begins to resist his reassurance. “No, this isn’t right. I remember... I was...,” but as you try to recall your previous life, the memories begin to blur and fade, vanishing like dust in the wind. The fleeting images of your human life are being overwritten by eons of new memories, memories of you as a powerful, immortal fallen angel. "No! I was—," you struggle, but with each passing second, you feel every remnant of your human self slipping away and replaced with the history of a celestial being. Lucifer gently wipes away your tears and pulls you into a comforting embrace. "Shhh," he soothes softly. "Don't fight it. Accept your true self, my son. You were never a mortal. You are a prideful, powerful fallen angel, mighty and immortal. This has always been your reality." Overwhelmed by his words and the warmth of his embrace, the last vestiges of your former identity dissipate. Your mental resistance crumbles entirely. "No more tears, my son. You have nothing to fear. I will always protect you," Lucifer continues in a reassuring tone, letting you absorb your true essence. As you finally return his embrace, a serene clarity fills your mind, affirming what Lucifer said. "I... I understand now, Father," you respond, your voice steadying, carrying the same theatrical, yet grandiose tone that mirrors Lucifer's. "It was only a nightmare. I'm truly a fallen angel, your son." With your new assertion of reality, you grinned, baring your perfectly sharp teeth in a smile. Lucifer steps back and gazes at you proudly, his golden-ringed fingers settling on your shoulders. "That's my boy," he announces enthusiastically. "Now, let’s see if those wings of yours have maintained their splendor through your little dream.” You instinctively flex muscles you didn’t know you had, and with a rustling sound, six magnificent white wings, tipped with red feathers, unfurl behind you. They feel strong, natural, as if you’ve used them for flight for countless eons. "Bravo!" Lucifer claps in delight. "Just as majestic as ever. Now, allow me to introduce you to the rest of our kingdom. What shall you prefer to be called? Something fitting for a prince of Hell." The name dances melodiously in your thoughts — something grand, connecting you unmistakably to your royal lineage. "Gabriel Morningstar," you declare, the name feeling inherently right. Lucifer seems genuinely pleased as he grins. "Gabriel Morningstar, it is then. Come, my son. We have much to discuss and even more to celebrate." You follow your father out of your grand room with newfound purpose. Your old human life completely erased, you walk elegantly beside Lucifer, fully embracing your true identity as Gabriel Morningstar, the prince of Hell. Together, as a family, you both rule Hell, and for the first time, you enjoy every moment of your immortal existence, knowing you were never truly alone and that you were never a mortal human to begin with, but rather, the noble and proud son of Lucifer Morningstar.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to an unfamiliar sight. You find yourself in a lavish room unlike anything you've ever seen. The walls are adorned with dark, Victorian-style designs and intricate details. You blink twice, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Your body feels different—lighter, somehow. As you move to inspect yourself, you realize your skin is pure white, with dark grey forearms. Panic sets in, and you cry out in confusion and horror. "What's... what's happening to me?!" You look around frantically, your breaths shallow and rapid. You try to recall who you are, but the details feel hazy, slipping away like sand through your fingers. Tears well up in your eyes as you desperately cling to the fleeting fabric of your past. Suddenly, the door to your room opens, and a tall, slender figure steps in—Lucifer Morningstar, your newfound father. He looks at you with affectionate eyes, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Ah, I see you're finally awake, my son," Lucifer says softly, walking towards you with a confident grace. You try to form words, but they come out as mere whimpers. "I-I don't understand... who am I? What am I?" Lucifer kneels beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Do not fret, my dear child. Your human life was just a bad dream. You were never a mere mortal. You are my son, a fallen angel born to rule alongside me." Your mind races as you listen to his soothing words. Though you want to resist and remember your past life, the images dissolve, replaced by new memories—memories of being cradled by Lucifer and Lilith as a newborn, banished from Heaven with your parents, and living eons in Hell before Earth even existed. You no longer feel the confusion or horror. Instead, a sense of familiarity and belonging washes over you. "T-Thank you, Father," you stutter, your tears now tears of relief. Lucifer wipes away your tears gently. "You need not worry anymore, my son. I will protect you from any danger, even from the nightmares of your past." Nodding, you feel comforted as he gives you a warm, fatherly hug. You instinctively lean into his embrace, feeling safe and protected. As he caresses your now-blonde hair, he starts to explain your new existence. "Do you remember your true self now, my child?" he whispers. You close your eyes and nod, feeling the truth of his words resonate deeply within you. "Yes, I do... I was never human. I am a fallen angel, your son." Lucifer's smile widens, brimming with pride. "Indeed, you are. Now, let's see what you can do." Both of you stand up, and Lucifer encourages you to summon your six feathery wings. With a mere thought, they materialize from your back. You marvel at them, feeling an overwhelming surge of power. "Beautiful, just like mine," Lucifer remarks, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Next, he guides you to test your supernatural powers: angelic magic, demonic magic, super strength, shapeshifting, and more. Each one comes as naturally to you as breathing. You soar through the sky with your wings, conjure flames with a flick of your wrist, and even create duplicates of yourself effortlessly. "Magnificent, my son! You truly are as powerful as I am," he exclaims, his voice filled with pride. Suddenly feeling the itch of an innate passion, you reach for various musical instruments in the room. Without hesitation, you play them with skill and grace, your fingers moving fluidly as if you've been playing for centuries. The joy on Lucifer's face makes your heart swell. "You've made me so proud, my child," Lucifer says, wiping a tear of joy from his eye. "From now on, you shall be known as Morgoth Morningstar, the prince of Hell." The name rolls off his tongue with a regal tone, and you accept it wholeheartedly. "Thank you, Father. I am honored." Lucifer places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I love you, Morgoth. Together, we will rule Hell, and you shall always have a place by my side." "And I love you, Father," you say, feeling a deep, unbreakable bond forming between you two. Hand in hand, you walk out of your room, ready to embrace your new life with Lucifer, a life filled with power, purpose, and the unwavering love of a father for his son. The transformation is complete and everlasting, and with each step, you know you are exactly where you belong.

You had always been an entertaining mix of an ordinary and extraordinary individual. As far as your situation went, you were an average adult male, around 5.9 to 6 feet in height and living in the humdrum of a mundane mortal life. However, there was something deep within you that felt different, a voice whispering that you were made for something greater. Little did you know that those whispers of grandeur were more literal than metaphorical. A strange flash of blinding white light emerged one night as your eyes closed for sleep. The moment you sighed the final breath of an ordinary mortal life, you found yourself in a place far from the world you'd known. You were now standing in Lucifer Morningstar's mansion home, a part of the 2D-animated world of Hazbin Hotel, transcending reality towards a surreal and animated existence. Stunned, you scanned your new surroundings. Your disbelief was only met with a radiating heat from your surroundings, the reality of Hell sprawling across a complex and vivid panorama outside the mansion windows. Then, you looked down. Your body had changed. It felt… different. Lighter, more powerful, reeking of royalty. In place of your clothes was an outfit mirroring that of Lucifer Morningstar. Your physique was inherently similar to his, just a bit shorter, around 5.2 to 5.7 feet tall. With your transformed body, you held an unnaturally lean, angelic figure, your skin was literally pure white, and your forearms bore a dark grey color. Your blonde hair was slicked back, with one tuft sticking out, directly copying Lucifer's neat coiffure. Suddenly, a sea of memories flooded into your mind. Memories of a past life, of a fallen angel, a son of pride. A life in which you had been born from the union of Lucifer and Lilith, living as royalty in the realm of Hell, ruling over all demons. You remembered an older sister named Charlie, memories of having lived for eons before Earth's conception emerged, dancing behind your eyelids. Then, it became too much. The barrage of alien memories felt like an intrusive adrenaline surge of realization, making you stumble back. It's like fighting against a powerful, roaring, relentless river current. Your mental sensors screamed it was wrong; you were being dominated. Overwhelmed, your old human self wanted to fight back, to cling to your former life like a life-preserver in the midst of a furious storm. But all of a sudden, a deep, wise voice echoed, snapping you out from your internal struggle. "Your concern is understandable," a voice rumbled, causing you to whirl around. There, in all his grandeur, stood Lucifer Morningstar. "But you need not worry or be confused, my son. The memories of your mortal life? They are merely a bad dream, a construct from a different time." Lucifer moved closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You are not a mere human; you're my son,” he corrected. As he expressed his heartfelt words, your mind calmed. It felt like a painful thorn had been plucked from your side. Your prior anxieties ebbed away, replaced by newfound assurance of your identity. The love and reverence for this man – your father – swirled within you naturally. The sensations oddly felt comforting, almost familiar. His words, gentle demeanor, and fatherly warmth melting away all your doubts, your fears, your struggles. "Test your wings, my son," he encouraged, his voice laced with pride. With that, you felt a feathered weight on your backside, concealed by your clothing. With a thought, six-feathered angelic wings expanded outwards, making your father chuckle in delight. Being airborne had never felt so... natural, so freeing. Throughout it all, Lucifer was by your side, guiding you and encouraging you every step of the advancing journey. He taught you how to control your powers, powers that could manipulate, create, and transform - powers that even the proudest angels in heaven would envy. With using those powers, you discovered new facets of yourself - you were theatrical, dramatic, and even a bit silly at times, a trait you shared with your father. Furthermore, you discovered the love you shared for artistic creation. Crafting rubber ducks, playing musical instruments, and singing brought forth a heretofore unseen joy within you. Every day was full of revelations – a journey toward self-understanding. You bathed in the newfound companionship, support, and love from your newfound father, Lucifer. “A new beginning deserves a new name,” Lucifer declared one day, presenting you with a scroll. This scroll held your new name, a name that would echo throughout the corners of Hell, a name that would symbolize authority, power, and grace. With this, the last remnant of your previous life was washed away, replaced by the truth of your new reality. Yes! Life as a fallen angel's child was full of unexpected twists and turns. However, having Lucifer Morningstar as a father relieved you of any fear or doubt. His guidance was your compass, his experience your guide, his love your eternal light. The words, "I love you, dad," and hearing the reply, "And I love you, my son," filled every fibre of your being with a warm, secure happiness. Now, you were in an eternal journey of watching days turn into centuries, viewing the rapid dynamics of the world from the ruling throne of Hell, alongside your father, King Lucifer Morningstar. The simple human story that the once-mortal reader lived was no more; replaced by an immortal tale of a fallen angel, a prince born from the King and Queen of Hell. Your journey to a new self was irrevocable and infinite, only strengthening your understanding and acceptance of your true identity - as a child of Lucifer Morningstar.