"woohoo woohoo! Finally, I can rule the world!" "What the hell is going on?" "This is not okay!" "Ugh, this is so ridiculous!" "What the fuck is wrong with us?" "Come on, let's get out of here!

As you sit, engrossed in yet another episode of Hazbin Hotel with your best friend beside you, a strange electrical current seems to ripple through the air. It's not visible, but you can feel it, goosebumps spreading over your skin. Suddenly, the air shivers and an opening forms, reminiscent of a portal or doorway. From it, steps out the infamous character from your favorite show - Lucifer Morningstar. "For pity's sake, would you both stop gawking and come already?" With a swift motion, he grabs you and your friend, yanks you out of your seats and pulls you through the portal. Falling onto hot red concrete, you groan and roll to your feet. The surroundings are unfamiliar, a bizarre mix of lavish luxury and gothic macabre. An inescapable sense of danger sits at the edge of your senses, reminding you that you are indeed in Hell, albeit the animated version. Unwilling to dwell on the implications, you attempt to grip on to reality. Lucifer, with a bored expression, tosses a small object towards you and your friend. With a gasp, you realize it's a small, devilishly carved stone each, radiating an eerie glow, a symbol of magic and transformation. "Just hold onto these and try not to make a mess," Lucifer says, his toothy grin making you feel uncomfortable. Heeding his advice, tighter than you can remember you grip onto the stone as your friend does the same beside you. In an instant, a surge of energy pulses through your body. It feels like your very bones are vibrating, shifting and changing. In your muted panic, you note changes in your peripheral vision. The world around you seems to get bigger, as if you're shrinking. Your clothes change, first into white high-collar suits coupled with knee-high heeled boots then to a black bowtie, and a red undershirt with white stripes. You feel the heaviness of a top hat on your head, its brim adorned with a golden snake over red apple over golden spikes. A ring slips onto your left pinkie. A quick glance at your friend reveals a similar transformation. He now stands at your height, the same white skin, blonde hair, and thick black eyebrows. The same fiendish grin, the same yellow eyes with red slit pupils. Fighting back the horror and panic, you will yourself to resist the transformation, to fight the magic changing your mind. But your memories slip like sand through your fingers. No matter how hard you try, your past self fades away slowly, only to be replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories. A mirror nearby reveals the final product of your transformation. There stand two Lucifers, looking identical to the original who smirks at the successful transformation. Despite your best efforts, you feel your friend's past slip away from your memories as with yours, and in its place an insatiable urge to crack a pun. In this strange new world, you and your friend or should we say sibling are Lucifer Morningstar's identical twins. Everything you once were is now a faded, almost forgotten dream. Standing there, in all your Purgatory glory, the chilling smile fits perfectly on your face. Despite your initial fear and resistance, you realize that there's a certain appeal to this twisted world now. A newfound sense of power, authority.... things could be worse, right?