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Metamorphosis of Melodies: Lucifer Morningstar's Journey from Angelic Showman to a Fly's Musical Whimsy


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Question: Write a transformation story of Lucifer Morningstar (from the Hazbin Hotel series) turning into a common green bottle fly (Lucilia sericata) female from real life, complete with gender change, shrinking, body changes (developing a proboscis (instead of a jawed mouth), losing vocal cords (making him unable to talk or make other sounds), insect wings, larger red eyes, a segmented body, the rear end inflating into an abdomen, etc), age change, and mind/mental change (with Lucifer's personalities and memories being replaced with a female green bottle fly's personality and memories, despite his best efforts of holding onto them). 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. For the female green bottle fly's appearance (after Lucifer turned into her), she is 10–14 mm (0.39–0.55 inches) in length – slightly larger than a house fly – and has brilliant, metallic, blue-green coloration with black markings. She has short, sparse, black bristles (setae) and three cross-grooves on the thorax. The wings are clear with light brown veins, and the legs and antennae are black. 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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[CAUTION: This transformation described below can be seen as uncomfortable to some readers. Proceed at your own discretion.] Lucifer Morningstar found himself in a predicament that he hadn't expected; he had been magically transformed into a shape far different, far smaller, and far more hairy than the one he was accustomed to. His transformation began in the bustling depths of Hell's head offices, the "Hazbin Hotel." "Finally," Lucifer muttered to himself, "some peace and quiet." His distinctive snake-eyed gaze fell upon an ordinary looking bottle. It was from there that his world turned aggrandizingly bizarre. A brilliant flash of light erupted from the bottle as the words, "BIPPITY BOPPITY BOO" echoed through the room. The bottle shrank and morphed in a fluid fashion, as if it was simply melting and reshaping itself. Before Lucifer could respond, he was engulfed by a tear-drop shaped green flicker of light. Lucifer's body crumpled in on itself, much like his hotel was designed to collapse in case of emergencies, folding neatly into smaller and downright minuscule proportions. His jaw, thick with sharp teeth, elongated and compressed into an unimaginably tiny, straw-like proboscis; the once potent voice Lucifer possessed was robbed from him as he lost his vocal cords, essentially muting him almost permanently. His flaxen hair and pure white skin were overtaken by a metallic green sheen that started from where his heart was and radiated outward. He felt new, alien limbs sprout from his sides while others evaporated into thin air. His now redundant high heels turned into tiny black hooks, while his sprouting wings buzzed anxiously in the still air, frantic to find their rhythm. Exhausted, Lucifer's eyes fluttered close for a moment. When they reopened, his lenses had largened and reddened, consuming most of the space on his face which had lost its identifiable human-like features; eyes without visible ears and nostrils, merely reptilian slits staring into the spaces before him. His rear bloated into an untidy abdomen as his body segmented into percular parts: Head, thorax, and an enlarged abdomen tasked with reproducing duties. In his mind, he battled a flood of befuddling instincts and desires— aggressively impregnated with a green bottle fly's most mundane existence: the need to feed, to swarm around rotting meat and sweet things, and the pressure to lay copious amounts of eggs. His memories, phrases, jokes, and polka music were slipping away in an oozing current, being replaced by these entirely new, genuinely instinctive thoughts. Lastly, the transformation robbed him of his age, no longer a timeless demonic entity but rather an adult green bottle fly, whose lifespan could count in months at best. "Just a day in the life of... me?" His mind stuttered, finding it hard to form coherent thoughts. The mind of Lucifer Morningstar rebelled, rejected its tormenting reality until it struck him hard— he was no longer Lucifer Morningstar; he was just a female green bottle fly. The complete transformation would continue to bewilder, horrify, and most of all, humble Lucifer as he flew around his home; too small to be seen, unheard by his beloved Lilith, and hidden from his daughter Charlie. A once regal and menacing figure reduced to something so minute and... insignificant. "Life sure does have strange twists," she buzzed, or would've – had she retained her vocal cords; instead, she had to merely think it. She would have smirked too... but that expression too was resigned in her past. What she was left with now was a buzzing rhythm, a frenetic dance around her former life.

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Jan. 15, 2024, 8:01 p.m.

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Published: Monday, January 15, 2024

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