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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a mortal human reader turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, height change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him/her completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. His eyes are yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter, has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. He wears a white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. He also wears a wide-brimmed white top hat, with a golden snake and red apple over golden spikes reminiscent a crown. On his left pinkie, he wears a golden ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. He is slightly shorter than his daughter Charlie and his wife Lilith, but he is still tall compared with most other demons. Never short of puns, quips, or jokes, Lucifer Morningstar is zany, self-indulgent, easily bored, and jaunty, a witty and charismatic showman with a goofy and silly charm (emphasizing his love of polka music), while simultaneously maintaining an air of regality and menace to avoid making others feel too comfortable around him. Lucifer is a husband to Lilith Morningstar, and they both love each other very much, being described as "passionate, cheesy lovers" by some other demons. The story would be that Lucifer Morningstar was getting bored with ruling Hell by himself and wanted a twin brother of his own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lucifer Morningstar (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader which turned him/her into his clone, thus turning the reader into Lucifer's identical twin brother (the reader tried to fight those new memories and personality, not wanting to be completely transformed in either body or mind, but is fighting a losing battle and his/her mind been completely replaced with Lucifer's mind), and the transformation is permanent and irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
Welcome to another episode in your tranquil existence, reading in the comfort of your home. Abruptly, your world is plunged into disarray as you are whisked off your chair, enveloped in a kaleidoscopic swirl, landing somewhere eerily different, in the infamous Hell from the animated series Hazbin Hotel. Standing before you is Lucifer Morningstar himself, looking exactly as he does in the series - yellow snake-like eyes twinkling mischievously, skin as white as milk, resplendent in his high-collar suit, and the wide-brimmed hat perched jauntily atop his blonde locks. "To say that ruling Hell has been hellish would be cliche, but it's painstakingly true," Lucifer quips. With a snap of his fingers, you feel a current run through your veins, forcing you onto your knees as his sinister laughter enshrouds your consciousness. Rapidly, your body contorts and changes. Your skin lightens, glowing in a deathly pallor. Your lips blacken, and a sudden sharpness grates against your tongue - teeth turning into jagged barbs. Strangely, your eyes feel heavy-lidded and your vision skews, adopting a reptilian red-slitted appearance. Tears cling to your eyes as you plead, "I am not you." Despite your vociferous defence, Lucifer merely chuckles, finding amusement in your predicament. "We'll see about that," he taunts. Your attempts to retain your old personality and memories is as futile as trying to grasp at smoke. The past starts to blur, disappearing, being replaced by Lucifer's vivacious character and vivid recollections. The cruel coup de grace, his memories overwrite yours - full of music, laughter, love with his spouse Lilith, and an overwhelming dose of zaniness. "Every coin has two sides; every Morningstar should too," Lucifer drawls, his snide voice now echoing in your ears from the inside. You rail against the invasion, yet each effort only hastens the transformation, painting a picture of a losing battle. The mirror in front of you reflects your transformation - his transformation, revealing a shorter stature compared to your previous self. Gone are your prior clothes, now replaced by Lucifer’s signature suit. A wave of alteration magically forms knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, red and white striped undershirt, a snake-adorned white top hat, and a mirroring black cane crowned with an apple. You, or should I say Lucifer, admire the shiny gold ring on your left pinkie transfixed by its simplistic elegance. "Welcome, brother," Lucifer announces with a grin. Standing alongside him, an uncanny reflection - you are an identical clone of him, a copy in every aspect imaginable, right down to the shared penchant for polka music. You have become Lucifer Morningstar, bearing his charisma, his menace, his memories, his passions, his vanity, and unfortunately for everyone else, his relentless barrage of puns. Your pleas of resistance quieten; your soul resigns to this irreversible fate, sinking into the comfort that was once suppressed. After all, Hell has just doubled its Lucifer quota. You are now Lucifer Morningstar in body, mind, and spirit. So ends your plight as the living example of Lucifer Morningstar’s boredom-turned-mischief, forced to live on as his duplicate, ruling Hell side by side. Despite the circumstances, life isn’t too bad ruling Hell with your fabulous spouse Lilith at your side. Life has always been unpredictable, after all. But who could have guessed it would get this - pardon the pun - hellish?
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