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Chapter One: An Ordinary Day There you were—a mortal, minding your business, when a fizzy highball glass materialized before you. "Thirsty?" As you look up, the cheesy grin of a figure in a white suit holding a matching hat nods toward the glass. "Who..." you didn't bother continuing, bewildered by the figure's radiant yellow eyes. Before you could resist, he lifts the glass to your lips and you must admit—it smells heavenly. You drink. Suddenly, you're not in your comfortable space anymore. Instead, you're ensconced in a labyrinthine big-top-like structure. Chapter Two: An Unpleasant Greeting "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" a voice cackled. The world twists. There's a zany, dizzying sensation as something within you shifts. It’s a sharp pulling sensation that shoots right up from the soles of your feet to the crown of your head. The figure coming towards you is oddly familiar, yet you are stunned speechless. Blonde hair. Red-slit pupils, a high-collar white suit over a red undershirt with thick black brows over uncharacteristically passionate eyes —it's Lucifer Morningstar, from the Hazbin Hotel series. Chapter Three: A Deal with the Devil "Not quite what you were expecting, eh?" his voice parades mischief, "Decided to swap things around a bit? Let's see how you like becoming me!" He slaps you on the shoulder. There's an injection of energy searing through your veins, your body morphs—the average build stretching, skin paling into pristine white, hair lightening, lips darkening. Your mind buzzes—too much, too soon. You're frantic, eager to balance the assault of information assaulting your senses. Old memories fade—your life, your past, everything evaporates, and in its place, a new memory, new habits, new everything takes hold. You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting this invasion, but you're losing. Your memories--of your old life, your old self—disintegrate faster than sand slipping between your fingers. Chapter Four: A Morningstar’s Test Your eyes flicker open to meet his. Mirrored reflections of Lucifer Morningstar fill your vision. "Picture perfect, ain't it?" he chuckles, a wide grin playing on his lips. You're jolted by a flood of emotional input—that rich, fresh love he has for his wife and daughter. Gone is your love for coffee in the morning—it's replaced searingly with a passion for fruity cocktails and polka music. You find yourself chuckling at the most banal things, your wit sharper than you've ever recalled being. Suddenly, clothes materialize around you—white high-coloured suit, black bowtie, red undershirt, leather heeled boots. You see a golden ring prominently sitting on your left pinkie—just like Lucifer's. You feel a rare hunger for power coursing through your veins—who knew such a sensation existed? And then it hits you—Lucifer had won. As much as you tried to resist, you are now Lucifer Morningstar in every possible way. His mind, his world, his humor, even his chaotic charm. There is no more 'you.' And worst of all, you're elated. Watching Lucifer Morningstar's mirrored reflection in your eyes, you chuckle, "The devil does wear Prada!" Chapter Five: The Birth of a New Morningstar With newfound confidence, you strut back into the Hazbin Hotel as if you own the place—because now, you do. You're no longer a guest nor a newcomer. You're Lucifer Morningstar. You relish the simultaneous fear and respect in everyone’s gaze as you pass by them, your heart thumping in tandem with the staccato beat of the polka music. With a fresh cocktail in hand, you stand on the hotel's balcony, looking over the sprawl of Hell itself, brimming with sinful pleasures and chaotic beauty. You push down the last remnants of your past life, letting the overwhelming persona of Lucifer Morningstar consume you completely. "Ain’t life a circus, darlin'?" you sigh wistfully, the goofy grin of a certain devil plastered on your face, becoming one with the world of Hazbin Hotel. As from this day forth, YOU are Lucifer Morningstar. No more, no less. The old you fades into nothingness, leaving the devilishly charming Lucifer Morningstar in your place. It's a jarringly surreal dream come true, a fantasy spun into reality by the zany king of Hell himself. "This is going to be a hell of a ride!" you chuckle to yourself, tapping your cane against the balcony railing. The echoes of your laughter carry across the hellish landscape, and you find yourself relishing every moment of your reality—a reality where you’re the king of your world and a world where you are your favorite devil, Lucifer Morningstar. Before all this happened, you would have fought tooth and nail against such a transformation—but now? Now, you wouldn't have it any other way."