"Whoa, I feel like I've woken up from a trance." "I feel weird, like I don't know who I am." "What is this place? Where is this?" "It's like we've been replaced." "What did Lucifer do to us?"

You're sitting comfortably in your living room, watching Hazbin Hotel on TV next to your friend, lost in the animated underworld. Suddenly, the animated Lucifer Morningstar in the series freezes, looking directly at you through the TV screen. "Hello there, mortals," he grins, "Are you ready for a…heavenly experience?" You jolt, looking around warily. Somehow, the animated character was directly addressing you. Yet, something's off, his eyes were serious as if he was about to do something messy. Lucifer snaps his fingers, and you're both sucked into your television screen, landing in the bizarre and colorful world of Hazbin Hotel. You rise to your feet and look around, completely gobsmacked. "There's been a mistake. We're not supposed to be here," you protest. "No mistake, my dear mortals," Lucifer replies. "I've brought you here for a purpose." Before you have a chance to react, a sudden white light engulfs you, and a feeling of lightheadedness fills your senses. Slowly, you glance down to see your body changing, expanding, and weaving into a completely different form. Your body feels different, changing into a form that matches the flamboyant devil in front of you. Your heart pounds as you look down at your hands, now porcelain white with fingers tipped with sharp nails. Even the clothes you were wearing have changed into a sophisticated white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes complementing the sophisticated look. You feel the weight of a gold ring on your left pinkie and a top hat perched perfectly on your head. You notice your friend has undergone a similar transformation, both of you looking like identical twins of Lucifer Morningstar, down to every sharp tooth and quirky detail. A strange recollection floods your memories, filling them with deeds, emotions, and existence only related to him. The previous memories of your mortal existence seem to fade away, losing against the invasion of Lucifer's persona. "I'm sorry, who are you again?" you ask your friend, as an apologetic grin appears on your face not under your control. You seem to have no memory of your past selves anymore. "I'm Lucifer Morningstar," your friend responds with a smirk, "Same as you." Somehow, you understand everything perfectly well. Both of you grin at each other, mirroring each other's expressions. "Why don't you both stay awhile?" says the original Lucifer with a charming smile on his face, thrusting two matching black apple-topped canes in your hands. "I believe we'll have a hell of a time together." You laugh, a genuine sound that matches the devil's own, and your friend joins in. Lucifer smiles, striding away with sheer royalty and charisma. Both of you follow him, three identical versions of Lucifer Morningstar ruling over Hell with unyielding authority and irresistible charm. You feel entertained, thrilled. After all, isn't this what you had wanted? Being part of a show you admired, and a character you loved? The exhilarating tension, the heart-racing drama, it all seemed very familiar and slightly predictable. Who were you before this transformation? The question seems less and less important as the days turn into weeks, and the weeks turn into timeless moments filled with laughter, chaos, and power. After all, now you couldn't ask for a more exciting life than what you're living now - the life of Lucifer Morningstar, the king of Hell himself, its ruler, its entertainer and now its twin brother.