"Wake up, sunshine," a sugary voice said, shaking the reader awake. It was still dark outside, but the sun was starting to rise. "Time to get up and start your new day." "...Huh?" the reader groane

The subject of Lucifer's latest amusement, oblivious to their newfound purpose, continued reading heroically detailed stories of Hell’s countless denizens on the comfort of their own mortal bed. Then, in one heart-stopping, reality-shattering moment, they found themselves yanked from their world towards the murky depths of Hazbin Hotel. The sudden translocation left them disoriented. The user struggled to stand, their knees buckling under a dawning realization of displacement. Their heart pounded, wild and frantic, as the sinful urban labyrinth of Hell unveiled itself all around them unthinkably. “Interesting... Another mortal in Hell,” drawled an unmistakable voice—Lucifer Morningstar—a bemused smile on his pure white face. His yellow eyes, unnerving with their slit red pupils, examined the user in detached amusement, an undertone of sinister intrigue gleaming in their depths. "Wha-What are you going to do to me?" the user stammered, confused, panic-stricken as they began to sense the dreaded progression of events. “Nothing much...You’ll just be delighting me with a little...transformation, shall we say?" Lucifer’s black lips curled into a gleeful smirk. His sharp teeth glinting ominously under the flickering neon lights of the hotel. The user attempted retreat, their horror escalating, but a forceful grip on their arm held them in place. Lucifers' potent energy coursed and writhed through them, madly crackling like a tempestuous, electrical storm as their transformation commenced. Inexorably, their features started reshaping. The pigmentation of their skin began to pale, taking on Lucifer’s own deathly hue, their hair transitioning into the King of Hell's blonde streaks. The height alteration and age progression were more jarring—body stretching awkwardly, painfully, to mimic the former's shorter stature, body aging to match Lucifer's timeless existence. "I won't let you do this... you won't get away with..." the user tried to fight back against the physical alterations, their voice hoarse with pain and defiance. But it was like standing against an apocalyptic tidal wave, the sentiment would only drown them. Before long, their physical metamorphosis was completed. But that wasn’t where it ended. The user felt dread hitch in their throat as Lucifer’s mental essence started to seep into the crevices of their mind like molten lava, insidious and uncompromising, in its conquest. Memories fluttered and splintered, their past shriveling away like a scorched parchment, replaced cybernetically with Lucifer’s memories, experiences, emotions, effectively eroding their healthy human identity. "No...I'm...not..." The user staggered, clutching their head as a debilitating ache consumed them. They battled against the psychological attacks desperately, distressingly aware of their sovereignty, fragmenting with each passing moment. “Indeed, you are not...for I am Lucifer Morningstar!” He chuckled delightfully at their futile resistance. The perverse pleasure he derived from their suffering making the situation even more harrowing. Their identity slowly dissolved, replaced systematically and comprehensively by Lucifer’s. In despair, they tried to hold onto their fading memories, but they slipped away like wisps of smoke, replaced by the overbearing personality of the King of Hell. Eventually, there was no battle to be fought, no resistance to be given. The user’s identity evaporated entirely, replaced by Lucifer Morningstar’s. A mirror image of the Sin King stood in their place, bearing his menaces, his charisma, and a goofy smile that was delightfully foreboding. “Oh, wonderful! There can’t ever be enough Lucifer Morningstars, now can there?” Lucifer cackled manically at the sight of their despairing image, basking in the triumph of his wicked game.