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Question: Write the POV transformation story of a human reader and his/her friend or sibling suddenly/rapidly turning into identical clones of Lucifer Morningstar (from the adults animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or the reader's sibling or 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 permanently and completely replaced/overwritten by 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, 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 both the reader and the sibling/friend a lesson (plus he wanted a twin brother)) 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 his 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. 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).
You're sitting at home, mindlessly scrolling through forums dedicated to die-hard fans of the series Hazbin Hotel. Next to you, your friend, engrossed in their own fan post, makes a playful side-comment about the abundance of transformation stories featuring Lucifer Morningstar, the entertaining but menacing character from the show. As you both laugh, you suddenly hear a knock at your door. Cracking it open, you find no one outside—just a black cane resting on the ground. It's eerily identical to Lucifer's apple-topped cane from the show. Before you could dismiss it as a prank, a chilling voice echoes through the house, "Well isn't this a sight!" It's familiar, too familiar. Glancing over your shoulder, your blood freezes. It's Lucifer Morningstar, right in your living room! A smirk adorns his black lips, and in his hand, he cradles another apple—with a mischievous glint in his eyes; it's hard not to feel like some form of Eve. "What seems to be happening here, Lucifer?" You muster up courage to confront him, curiosity winning over fear. "Lovely," he claps his hands, "You folks seem tired of seeing me transformed into various creatures. How about a taste of your own medicine?" He grins, and you can't help but notice the eerily sharp teeth behind his black lips. Before you can protest and argue that it's the work of fans, not you, Lucifer's hand moves in a wave. Suddenly, you feel your body morphing, shifting, changing. You both stand in vocal shock as the transformation envelopes you rapidly. Your skin takes on a ghostly white complexion, your eyebrows thicken and darken, your jaws now filled with sharp teeth. You grip the couch, fighting the change, but your fingers are encased by black gloves, soft around your fingers and hard on your knuckles. Your clothes morph against you, turning into long, tight-fitting poofy white pants. A high collar tailcoat hugs your form, matching the black bowtie at your neck perfectly. The heels on the knee-high boots you now wore add a touch of intensity. Your friend gives a choked scream, mirroring your transformation. Even as both of you fight against the new identities, your minds alter correspondingly, washed over with a new set of memories, thoughts, histories, and lifestyles. You feel a hat materialize on your head, a wide-brimmed, white top hat, adorned with golden spikes, snake, and red apple—just like Lucifer. The ring appears on your left pinkie. In that moment, you don't accurately remember who you were; the past you is a distant memory echoing around the expanse of your mind. You look at your reflection in the mirror, you see... Lucifer. And your friend? He's turned into a mirror image, identically morphed into another Lucifer Morningstar. Despite your best efforts to remember who you were, or what you were doing, it feels like a losing battle. Lucifer just watches smugly, dangling his apple-topped cane in the air. "All said and done. Welcome to the world of Hazbin Hotel, Luce," He snickers at the matching horror-stricken faces, both completely identical to his own. With one last cheeky grin, Lucifer Morningstar vanished, leaving behind two, new identical versions of himself. And from that moment on, you weren't you, or your friend, but complete, full-fledged clones of Lucifer Morningstar.
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