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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the human reader suddenly/rapidly turning into an identical clone of Lucifer Morningstar (from the adult animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with gender change (if the reader is a female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (the reader's personalities and memories instantly being permanently and completely replaced/overwritten by Lucifer's personality and memories, despite his/her best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget about his/her past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader turned into his clone), 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 (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar tailcoat suit, long white poofy pants, a black bowtie, a pair of black gloves, black knee-high heeled boots, 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 has a very thin body (but is still powerful due to supernatural angelic and demonic powers) and he is slightly shorter than his daughter, Charlie, and his wife, Lilith, but he is still quite tall compared with most other demons and is adult human-sized. 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 sick and tired of seeing online images/stories of himself being transformed into other characters/creatures in body and mind. So Lucifer (by some supernatural means and to teach the reader a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and sent him/her to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using his supernatural magic at the reader which turned the reader into his clone in both body and mind (despite the reader's efforts of fending them off), thus permanently turning the reader into Lucifer's identical twin brother. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they are thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Hunched over your computer screen, you chuckle awkwardly at another piece of fanart depicting Lucifer Morningstar from the show Hazbin Hotel, transformed into other characters. The Web is ablaze with these photoshopped pictures, stories and odd transformations, but you are just a spec among the millions of fans, appreciating the creativity. Unexpectedly, your room is filled with an eerie glow, swiftly coalescing into the form of Lucifer Morningstar himself. His sharp teeth glint, his serpent-like eyes meet yours, and he sarcastically cracks, "Fallen for my charms already, dear?" Caught by surprise, you're only able to stutter, "Wha...what?" "I've seen you, fawning over those twisted tales," he drawls, twirling his apple-topped cane. "Time you get a taste of your own medicine," he chuckles as he snaps his fingers. Suddenly, you feel a wave of nausea, your world spinning. Your gender, if needed, swaps in a sensation not unlike shedding a layer of clothing. Your height lessens slightly, but still remains within the realm of adult human-sized. Your skin pales, becoming pure white, hair turning blonde. Fingers form black gloves, legs are hugged by a pair of knee-high boots. A white tailcoat singeing into your skin heralds your clothes' transformation. Your mind fights back, terrified, unwilling to succumb to the invading nature of your transformation. You try to hold onto your memories, but the wave of Lucifer's personality washes over them, mind playfully muddying the waters. His wit, his charm, his self-indulgent zaniness begins to overwrite your thought process, his reality clashing with yours. Before you can form a single thought against the invading personality, you feel a sharp blast rip through your memory. You try to hold on, but the blast is simply too powerful. You can’t remember… anything? No, something remains… something about your daughter… Charlie? And Lilith… your wife. The more you try to resist, the more it persists. The resistance fades away slowly, and soon enough, you can't remember why you had been fighting these changes to begin with. Lucifer's memories settle into your brain, taking their place as puzzles that form the picture of your life. You are Lucifer Morningstar. No other reality suffices. You're left with an ominous feeling lingering in your gut, an echo of your past self, but it's soon forgotten. Oh, who cares about the past! A new life awaits you, theirs a new tune to samba to, and a charming world to spin into chaos with puns and jokes! With newfound vigor, you twirl your cane and chuckle darkly. You’re more than Lucifer’s clone; you’re him, in every sense of the word. Your reflection shows a familiar face – Lucifer himself laughs back at you with his sharpened teeth exposed. From the sidelines, Lucifer, or is it you now, smirks as he watches you hold court. With a wry grin, he congratulates, "Welcome to the family, Brother!" In the mirror, yellow eyes look back at you… a set of slit pupils that belong to Lucifer Morningstar. You dismiss the fleeting twinge of familiarity, becoming utterly and completely your new reality. Welcome to Hazbin Hotel, you...or should we say, Lucifer Morningstar?
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