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From Reader to Ruler: The Metamorphosis into Lucifer Morningstar, Lord of Hell


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Question: Write the POV transformation of the human reader turning into Lucifer Morningstar (from the animated series Hazbin Hotel), complete with clothes change, age progression (becoming thousands of years old and being immortal), height progression, and mind/mental change (with the reader's mind being permanently and completely replaced with Lucifer's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts on fighting these mental changes and his attempts to call the reader's parents/friends/siblings for help, making the reader completely forget about his past self and only remember being Lucifer Morningstar). For Lucifer's appearance (after the reader turned into him), 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, has red cheeks. His eyelids are purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. He wears a white high collar suit, a pair of knee-high heeled boots, a black bowtie, 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 is slightly shorter than his daughter Charlie and his wife Lilith, but he is still tall compared with most other demons. 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. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.

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As you probe the surface of a peculiarly marked mirror, reflections seeming to dance in a strange, otherworldly light, your heart pounds with a chaotic rhythm in your chest. Distorted, there was something unsettling about your image. You fight a shudder. Against it all, you commit the act— you touch the mirror, your fingertips instantly turning icy. An ethereal coil of icy white light ensnared your body, and an unearthly yank forces your breath out in a swift exhale. You scream, the cry ripped away by the gnashing vortex emerging from the mirror, devouring your being. Panic spikes but dissipates just as quick, the cold threads of transformation weaved by the mirror dulling your emotional reaction. Your palms twitch, your flashback fading away into echoes. The mirror was pulling you into the image of someone else. The warmth of your skin yields to a cold, chalky texture. You glance at your hands, pure white skin, whiter than the moon's glow, replacing your once familiar tone. Twisting your hands, you watch as sharp black claws replace your formerly trimmed nails. Your sandy hair slowly shifts, lightening into a softer, golden hue. Looking into the mirror, you see thick black eyebrows grown above now glowing yellow eyes, red-slit pupils in those staring back at you with an otherworldly intensity. The cold fear tightened even more as your face morphed, losing ears, nostrils.. Yet somehow, your senses heightened. Apprehension stems as you feel your body stiffen, attempting to call out for help. The voice that rang out was foreign, almost melodic. "Well, this certainly doesn't seem like Kansas anymore." Your memory grappled with traces of familiarity in the voice. Had you heard it before? In a mad scramble, you try to remember your parents or siblings or friends. But each name, each face, was making way for others, for memories thousands of years old, for voices barely human. The strange memories, as much as they should confound, felt right, natural. In place of your fair freckles, two red cheeks make their claim. Your body spun as a tight-fitting white high collar suit, black boots of impressive height, and a black bow tie found themselves replacing your jeans and tee. A red undershirt with white stripes adorn your body. You stumble, the height different, eased by the jaunty air of the boots. Apparently, your style improved remarkably in the last sixty seconds. A white top hat settles on your now blonde head, an unusual accessory in the form of a golden snake wrapped around a red apple adding to its charm. A golden ring slipped onto your left pinkie, feeling fittingly ostentatious. And there it was. This was the prophecy this mirror held. Here you stood, adorned in style and echoing menace, Lucifer Morningstar himself. Sights and sounds of a realm unknown swim in your mind, the caustic nightlife of Pentagram City, countless shades of red. Strains of polka music draw a small grin to your lip. You were never a fan before; now, it felt like ambrosia. Bottles of whiskey, old-world charm, the constant game of wits, were all intoxicating. A name drifts to your mind, fond, deeply cherished. Lilith. Pictures of a striking demon flash in your memories- the love of your immortal life. You remember countless passionate moments, the cheesy love notes, the whispered secrets. The memories awaken a longing for a life and love that feels like your own. You straighten, a cane materializing in your hand, tipped with an apple matching your hat. Your bearing no longer a man in his prime but the immortal demon king who ruled Hell for millions of years, yet remaining slightly shorter than his daughter Charlie and his wife Lilith. A chuckle rises from deep inside you, the sound oddly calming, creating an intriguing mix of menace, charm, and a sweet, musical note of the polka you've come to love. With a final glance at the mirror, the transformation seemed complete. You were Lucifer Morningstar, not a human anymore. The past life and his own memories, swept away, replaced by the immortal life of demons and debauchery in Hell.

Answered by gpt-4

Dec. 26, 2023, 4:58 p.m.

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Published: Tuesday, December 26, 2023

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