"From Reader to Ruler: A Metamorphosis into Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil of Hazbin Hotel"

Feet planted firmly on the ground, everything starts to feel strange, different. An uncomfortable tingling starts from the tips of the toes, slowly creeping up the achy legs. A glance down reveals that the plain worn shoes morph into gleaming knee-high heeled boots as they change their form. A myriad of sensations overwhelms, setting the senses on fire - a painful, yet philosophical transition from human to demon. The quick intake of breath gets stuck somewhere in the chest, turning into a surprised gasp. The threads of a mundane outfit twist and turn, transforming before the eyes into a white high collar suit and a black bowtie. A bright red shirt with distinguishing white stripes becomes the new undershirt. The body feels older, yet paradoxically, in its prime - an immortal being having seen lifetimes upon lifetimes pass by. Feeling thousands of years pulled into a single moment of being, there's a ghastly beauty of age progression that’s hard to comprehend. A sudden surge of height inversion startles, losing the towering stature from a moment ago. It's an unfamiliar concept, being shorter than a girl named Charlie. A name that's as strange as it feels endearing, as if known for decades. As muscles and bones are tormented by this force of transformation, the mind is not left alone either. Thoughts blur, the edges of memories fade into oblivion while new ones creep in, shadowing over the remnants of the past. There's a struggle, a desperate fight to keep hold of who once was. But the memories of parents, friends, siblings, all vanish in an inky abyss of forgetfulness. "Please," is the last word whispered into the phone before everything turns black. Slowly consciousness swims back, revealing a world sharp and defined. A sense of deep understanding embellishes the atmosphere. Slits of red, sharp and alert, replace normal pupils, hunting the surroundings like a predator. The pain seems to be easing off now; skin takes on a pristine white hue, lips blacken. The mirror unveils a startling sight - a pair of yellow eyes under thick black eyebrows, no visible ears or nostrils. Featuring a charmingly ghoulish grin of sharp teeth, the reflection is nothing less than terrifyingly captivating. Running hands through hair, it's unmistakably golden and sleek. The face, no longer warm with a human blush, now sports red iconic cheeks, a cruel parody of human innocence. Awkward surprise with the reflection fades into understanding, acceptance; the body perfectly fits like a tailored glove, the mind syncs with the personality of the transformed being. The life left behind is becoming faint, forgotten. Instead, there's an unfathomable love for a woman known as Lilith, the cheesy, passionate love that's shared between two creatures supposed not to feel. Old instincts stifle a rising giggle at a bad pun in the mind, "Well, aren’t you just 'apple'-solutely complete now?" The transition is complete. Standing tall, cane in hand, wearing a wide-brimmed white top hat adorned with a golden snake and red apple, is no longer a typical human reader, but Lucifer Morningstar. Glancing at the golden ring on a pinkie finger, a story is silently acknowledged. Acknowledging the new existence, this new identity, he adjusts his bowtie, a witty and charismatic showman one minute, a menacing figure the next. He is ready to play upon the grand symphony of his new, extravagant life. The life, mind, and memories of the reader have passed, and now Lucifer Morningstar reigns.