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"Who would've thought that turning into a clone of Lucifer Morningstar would be so...boring?" "Hey, at least I don't have to worry about my hair anymore. I was getting a little tired of being bald."

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the sibling/friend are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (the reader's and friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past selves and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader and his/her sibling/friend turned into his clones), he has pure white skin, blonde hair, thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. 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 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 twin brothers of his own for more easy ruling, more comfort, and more entertainment, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and his/her sibling/friend and sent them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural magic at the reader and his/her friend/sibling which turned them both into his clones in both bodies and mind (despite their efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader and his/her friend/sibling into Lucifer's identical twin brothers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are thinking.

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My eyes fluttered open as I suddenly found myself in someplace unfamiliar, taking a shaky breath in. Coughing out the sudden fumes that filled my lungs, I glanced around to find myself in a place that could only be described as the literal representation of Hell. At my side, my best friend, whose eyes were equally as wide as mine, blinked back at me in confusion. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" a voice echoed across the vast space, full of vigor and an ominous sense of amusement tinged with menace. I jumped at the sudden noise, heart thudding against my ribcage. Turning, I found a figure of regality and menace, pure white skin contrasting against his blonde hair. "Welcome to the exotic and whimsical land of Hazbin Hotel!" he announced with a flamboyant wave of his cane, his serpentine eyes gleaming mischievously. A shiver went down my spine shorting into genuine fear as realization slapped me in the face. "Lucifer Morningstar," I barely mustered a whisper as the blood drained from my face, turning to my friend beside me whose face clearly mirrored my shock. With a snap of his finger, the setting crumbled around us, white hot spirals waved around us, our jeans and shirts twisted and morphed into white high collar suits. I felt my hair lighten, my body shrinking. I heard my friend gasping beside me as the transformation was taking over us. "I'm sorry…" I heard him murmur as his physique changed just like mine, signifying that same rococo elegance that Lucifer bore. Suddenly, there was this overwhelming pain that coursed through our minds, tangible like a knife cutting into my brain. I screamed out in absolute pain as my mind reeled, my thoughts scrambled, everything about my past and who I was, were being pushed back into the crevices of my mind. My friend and I tried to keep our identities from slipping away entirely, clutching onto each other desperately, but it was as if we were trapped in a current, our efforts proved futile against the strength of Lucifer's personality invading our minds. "Magnificent, isn't it, boys?" Lucifer chuckled darkly, the echo bounced around in our crumbling minds, the last vestiges of our own realities being snuffed out. The very essence of Lucifer Morningstar spilled into us, replacing what was once there with his own. Memories which weren't ours, an existence entirely different from ours seeped into our being. We were no longer ourselves; we were Lucifer. A predatory smirk played on our newly formed black lips as our own memories splintered, fragmented pieces of our past, our very selves lost to the void. My friend’s identity faded away along with mine, the characteristics of Lucifer Morningstar overwhelming our minds. Our shared-laughs and mischief, along with our private heart-to-heart talks and endearing moments, they all dissolved into oblivion. "We're identical," I sneered in delight, thrilled at the resemblance, ignorance, and oblivion had blissfully wiped away every edge of fear or concern that might have resided within our human selves. Our gaze met, eyes burning with the same intensity and shared jubilance. No longer a friend and a reader, we were brothers now, identical brothers to Lucifer Morningstar. The excitement, the charisma, the regality, and even the menace, it was no longer artificial. It was us. This was our world, and we were the king of it. And now, there were three.

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Dec. 15, 2023, 3:11 p.m.

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Published: Friday, December 15, 2023

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