"What the hell?" "What the ?" "What the hell is happening?" "Is this really happening?" "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "Please don't hurt me!" "Please stop!"

As you sat at your computer typing away, wrapped in the comfort of your daily routine, a sudden chill crept up your spine. You had this inexplicable feeling of being watched, and your surroundings seemed to pulsate with an unnatural tension. Deciding to shrug it off, you clicked on the latest episode of your favorite series, Hazbin Hotel. You had barely begun when your world suddenly went black. A sickening sensation of spiraling through nothingness seized you and you found yourself standing in the middle of a disturbingly familiar realm. With fright growing steadily in your gut, you glanced around to confirm your suspicions: This was the infamous Hell of Hazbin Hotel. "I see you've been enjoying my exploits,” said a voice behind you, rich and mellifluous. You turned around slowly, confronted by the towering figure of Lucifer Morningstar himself. "L-Lucifer," you stammered, unable to comprehend the shifting reality. His golden eyes seemed to peer into your very soul and his smirk only added to his menace. Gripping his apple-topped cane, he circled you, sizing you up. "Been reading too many of those thoughtless stories about me being transformed into some silly characters, haven't you?" he said with a theatrical grimace. "But haven't you always wondered what it like to live in this fantastic world as me? Well, I'm feeling generous. Brace yourself." Before you could protest, his cane tapped the ground and a jolt of energy encompassed you. Hot and cold ran through your veins; you felt a deep rush of energy transforming your body in ways you couldn't comprehend. You could feel sharp teeth forming in your mouth and your skin turning an icy white. Your clothes transfigured into a high-collared suit and a high top hat formed on your head. Your height and build began to align as well. Next, your mind was attacked. Memories flooded in, memories that weren't yours but felt so intrinsically part of you now. You tried to fight, but the deluge of new experiences was too powerful. You felt accusations of your own personality shrink away and Lucifer's nature took over. Thoughts, feelings, joke, puns, all filled up the emptiness of your mind. A love for Lilith Morningstar surfaced, making you inordinately glad. The thrill of being powerful and the design to charm seeped into your consciousness, pushing your old identity into oblivion. "I...am Lucifer," you heard your voice say, now unrecognizably devilish and deep. Lucifer nodded, his smirk perched wickedly on his face. "Welcome to my world, brother. You'll learn quickly that life's more fun this way." Reality was now a warped perception of what it used to be. You were Lucifer Morningstar, you had always been Lucifer Morningstar. You were left in this new world, with a new life, a new identity, a new purpose. The lesson had left a scorching imprint: it was better to observe the heroics and follies of others than to taste the fury of a devil bored and irked. Or in this case...being the devil was more thrilling and entertaining, and your past self was just another forgotten memory.