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"The Fallen Angel's Awakening: A Transcendent Transformation into Royalty"

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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the teenage or adult male human reader (between 5.7 - 6 feet tall on average) instantly turning into the son of Lucifer Morningstar (from an adults cartoon animated series Hazbin Hotel made by VivziePop), complete with art style shift (the reader now being in the cartoon world of the Hazbin Hotel series, and the reader himself now becoming cartoony and having the same art style as all of the other Hazbin Hotel characters, rather than being a real life person), clothes change (the reader's human clothes instantly replaced by a new outfit similar or identical to Lucifer's outfit), age change (becoming a teenager or a young adult who is biologically between 15-22 years old, being younger than Lucifer in age, despite now being even older than Earth itself and being immortal like his newfound father Lucifer), height regression to between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall (due to becoming a young fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the reader becomes shorter than Lucifer, who is his newfound father), voice change (the reader's voice changing to fit with the Morningstar bloodline, similar to but not identical to Lucifer's voice, albeit in a somewhat younger voice), and instant mind/mental change (with the reader's personalities and memories being permanently and completely replaced within seconds/minutes by a new personality and new memories of being part of the royal Morningstar family, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making him completely forget about his past average and mortal human self and everything before the transformation, and he now only remembers being a similar, almost identical son to Lucifer Morningstar). For the reader's new self (now a young fallen angel rather than a normal and mortal human), he is shorter than his previous self (he is now between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall) and he is slightly shorter than Lucifer Morningstar's 6-foot height (due to the fallen angel reader's younger age than his previous age as a human and due to being younger than his newfound father Lucifer), he now has an unnaturally-slender body (having very thin, unnoticeable yet extremely powerful muscles and having no body fat) with a literally pure white skin, just like Lucifer Morningstar himself. The reader in this form has blonde slicked-back hair (with one tuft sticking out exactly like Lucifer's hairstyle), thick black eyebrows, thin black lips, a mouth full of sharp white teeth (not just the canine teeth being sharp, but all his teeth have also become sharp teeth), a large rosy-red circle on each cheek, and large yellow iris-less eyes with red slit pupils and light purple eyelids, like Lucifer, who is his new dad. The reader in his fallen angel form has no nose or ears, also just like Lucifer. Also, if the human reader had any, the fallen angel reader does not have any beard, mustache, sideburns, nor stubble, just as Lucifer doesn't have any facial hair other than eyebrows or eyelashes. The reader, now a son of Lucifer Morningstar, wears an identical outfit to his newfound father (Lucifer). He also has immortality, every supernatural powers, his personality, and his preferences that are all completely identical to Lucifer's own immortality, supernatural powers (having all the same powers as Lucifer Morningstar's powers), personality, and preferences (Lucifer's likes and dislikes). For Lucifer Morningstar's appearance (and no, he is not Satan, since Lucifer and Satan are separate characters), he is about 6 feet (1.8 meters) tall and he has pure white skin, blonde hair (which is short-cut and is slicked-back with one tuft sticking out), thick black eyebrows, black lips and a mouth full of sharp white teeth, with a biologically mid-to-late 20s aged body (despite being older than Earth itself and Lucifer being immortal). He has no visible ears or nostrils, giving him a less "human" appearance. His eyes (which do not have irises) are light yellow with red slit pupils resembling those of a snake. He, like his daughter (Charlie Morningstar), has red cheeks. His eyelids are light purple which give the appearance of eyeshadow. Lucifer's white-red clothing is somewhat like a circus ringmaster; he wears a wide-brimmed white top hat with a golden snake and a red apple over golden spikes which resemble a crown, and a red-lined and red-trimmed white popped-collared tailcoat suit with several golden buttons - his coat worn over a light red-and-white striped dress-shirt with two golden buttons and a small, accessorized black bowtie. He also wears a pair of long white poofy pants tucked under a set of heeled black knee-high boots, and a pair of black-colored leather gloves which covers his hands. On his left pinkie, he sports a golden ring which is presumably his wedding ring. Lucifer carries an apple-topped black cane that matches his hat. As a fallen angel, he possesses three pairs of white wings with red feathers, which he can materialize and extend from his coat. He is shorter than his daughter, Charlie (who stands over 6 feet, around 6 and a half feet tall), and his wife, Lilith (who stands over 6-and-a-half feet tall). Despite his very thin body, Lucifer has the following powers; Flight (able to summon his six bird-like angelic wings from his back and he is capable of flying), angelic power (as a fallen angel, he possesses very strong angelic power, which holds sway over the demonic power of his contemporaries), demonic magic (as King of Hell, Lucifer has accessity to demonic magic at a much higher level than his daughter), hand-to-hand combat, super strength (as the King of Hell and one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lucifer's strength is quite exceptional, as when he fought Adam he barely put any effort into the fight and easily defeating the powerful angel), shapeshifting (able to change into many forms at will, for example; according to the Story of Hell, Lucifer briefly took the form of a snake), size manipulation (Lucifer changes his size a few times during the song number "Hell's Greatest Dad" in the episode "Dad Beat Dad", first when he’s sitting on his throne in front of Charlie where he is very large, and the second being when he falls out of the slot machine where he is much smaller), duplication (he can create multiple copies of himself), portal creation (he is able to conjure portals as a means of instant transportation, which other demons can use), pyrokinesis (like his daughter, Charlie, he also has the power to manipulate fire at will), fire breath (in his full demon form, he can make fire come out of his mouth when he speaks), teleportation (he can teleport to any location by covering himself with glittery red mists), conjuration (he can create virtually anything he desires with a simple flick of the wrist, including but not limited to clothing, puppets, instruments, large fountains of champagne, and mountains of caviar), liquid manipulation (he is capable of carrying, manipulate, and throw yellow-colored liquid), and full demon transformation (when he takes on his full demonic form, as well as displaying his wings, he displays a pair of red horns with an orb of fire between them and a thin crown resembling a snake with an apple above his hat, while his eyes also change to have red sclera with yellow pupils, he also has a black devil-like tail with spikes that ends in a triangular tip with a red heart at the center, while demonic eyes also appear on the inside his coattails; a similar eye also appears on his bowtie, in addition, his entire body gives off a light white glow). He also has musical talent (similar to his daughter Charlie, Lucifer partakes in singing), instrumental talent (he's known to be quite a skilled in various instruments, including being a very skilled fiddle player; Lucifer also can play an accordion to a minor degree), and great craftsmanship (Lucifer spends his time making rubber ducks with various gimmicks such as flipping backwards and spitting fire). Here's Lucifer's personality; despite his status as the ruler (king) of all of Hell, Lucifer possesses a grandiose and dramatic nature, acting very over-the-top in most situations. He often switches between being silly and theatrical to awkward and melancholic. Like Charlie, Lucifer is ambitious in what he believes in. According to the storybook that Charlie read in "Overture", Lucifer was an idealistic dreamer whose accidental creation of Hell and subsequent banishment to it caused him to give up his dreams. After he and Lilith separated, Lucifer went into isolation and fell into a depression. He coped by crafting and hoarding tons of rubber ducks, spending years in his home. This obsession also caused him to become estranged from his daughter, to the point where he barely calls Charlie at all. As a father, he falls short of expectations. Although he loves Charlie dearly, he seems to be preoccupied with his own problems. He seldom calls Charlie, and when he does, it's usually because he's bored or needs something. When Charlie reached out to him for help in setting up a meeting with Heaven, he was thrilled to hear from her. However, he couldn't recall where she was or what she was doing, even though she had shared her passion project, the Hazbin Hotel, with him months ago. He also wasn't aware that Charlie was dating someone, or that she was attracted to women. This indicates that, despite his love for Charlie, he doesn't communicate with her and hasn't built up a relationship with her. Although, it was shown that Lucifer was much closer to Charlie in her childhood, only becoming more distant in Charlie’s adulthood. While he is the King of Hell, Lucifer hardly rules over his subjects and leaves them to their own devices. Lucifer dislikes the Sinners of Hell and describes them as "violent, destructive psychopaths, hellbent on causing as much pain and destruction as possible". According to him, they are all "the worst" and he does not believe they can be redeemed and he cares little for what happens to them. Despite his disapproval of sinners, Lucifer hints that he regrets his role in ever giving them free will due to what they had done with it and the consequences that came from this. On the other hand, Lucifer had arranged for a pardon of Hellborn demons with Heaven, ensuring that the Hellborn races and thus the other six rings of Hell, are untouched by the Exorcists during the yearly Exterminations. Although he understands his daughter's interest in rehabilitating Sinners, Lucifer is cynical about the idea of trying to save any of them, as he attempted to redeem sinners in the past, stating that Charlie doesn't know when he tried this all before, and that his dreams were too hard to defend. Since Heaven was so unwilling to listen to him in the past, he does not want Charlie to go through the same thing. However, she still manages to convince him to arrange a meeting in Heaven for her and Vaggie, which helps Lucifer regain faith in her plans. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. Lucifer is fiercely protective of Charlie, as seen when he threatens her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle, that they had better been doing their job protecting her. Later, when Alastor began rubbing in on his failings to be a proper, supportive father to Charlie and her dreams and implying to how he had taken his place as Charlie’s father figure, Lucifer displays jealousy toward Alastor, whom began to see as a rival for Charlie's affection and become insecure about his father-daughter bond with her. In the episode "The Show Must Go On," he arrived late, but joined the fight against Adam and the Exorcists, helping Charlie defeat them. He sometimes doesn't think about what he says, saying he'll "f*ck Adam" instead of saying he'll "f*ck Adam up." When Charlie corrected him, he asked what he said. He is not afraid to fight, as when he fearlessly battles against Adam. He isn't afraid to even p*ss off Adam by saying that he slept with Eve, which is left ambiguous if it either just to bait him or if it was true. He even gets carried away in fighting, like when he punches Adam over and over and was about to finish him off until Charlie stopped him. He shows more intimidation prowess when he orders Lute to take her friends and go home, but not without saying "please" in a polite manner. Here are Lucifer's preferences (his likes and dislikes); he likes/loves his daughter Charlie (he even supports his daughter), the reader in his transformed fallen angel state (even supporting the now-fallen-angel reader), circus imagery, rubber ducks (including crafting rubber ducks), singing, caramel apples, pancakes, musical instruments, girls, and polka music. However he dislikes sinners demons (including having given sinners a chance), Alastor the Radio Demon, Heaven's rules (especially Heaven's hypocrisy), the Hazbin Hotel's name (including the Hazbin Hotel's bar), someone teasing about his short height, see his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) sad, and his daughter Charlie or his new son (the fallen angel reader) getting in harm's way, and himself being separated from his wife Lilith. Here's the history of Lucifer Morningstar according to the Hazbin Hotel series (long before this transformation story took place); Prior to the creation of the Earth, Lucifer was an angel, said to be a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all creation (just like the fallen angel reader), but the elders of Heaven saw him as a troublemaker who posed a threat to the order of their world. He watched as the angels began to expand the universe and the creation of Adam and Lilith. After Lilith left Adam, Lucifer met her in the Garden of Eden and the two dreamers fell in love with each other (resulting in the birth of the fallen angel reader). Lucifer, with Lilith, wanting to share the power of free will, offered Adam's second wife, Eve, the Fruit of Knowledge, with this act (and unintentionally) evil made its way into the Earth which subsequently created Hell. As punishment, both Lucifer and Lilith (plus the reader's fallen angel self) were sent to Hell, where Lucifer could only see the cruel and the wicked that came from humanity. Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. In Hell, now a fallen angel, Lucifer became the ruler (king) of all Hell (with the fallen angel reader being the prince of Hell) on the basis of his angelic power, ruling over all the Demons that reside there (plus, the fallen angel reader lives with Lucifer, who is the father of the fallen angel reader). At an unknown point, Lucifer (along with the fallen angel reader) became part of an order of powerful demons called the Seven Deadly Sins, each member embodying a sin, with his (and the fallen angel reader) being Pride. At some point, Lucifer married Lilith (which, as stated earlier, led to the birth of the fallen angel reader when they were once in heaven), and later, in Hell, fathered a daughter named Charlie Morningstar with his wife. At another point, Lilith left Lucifer for unknown reasons, which sent Lucifer into a deep depression and isolated himself from his kingdom and daughter as a means to cope (however, with the fallen angel reader existing with him, Lucifer is happy and proud for his son). The reclusive Lucifer (alongside his fallen angel son) now spends his time in his home coping by crafting rubber ducks, mostly inactive ruling over Hell. At some point, he (along with his fallen angel son) started a successful theme park called Lu Lu World that proved to be quite popular with the denizens of Hell. The story is that Lucifer Morningstar is depressed due to his loneliness due to not having his wife or daughter around in his home (since Lilith is separated (not divorced or dead, just left or separated from Lucifer for an unknown reason) and since Charlie has already moved on to work on redeeming sinner demons), and he wanted a second child (more specifically, a son) aside from his daughter (Charlie) of his own to help him not be so depressed from his loneliness, so Lucifer (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader (who was about to sleep or was sleeping in his bed of his house for the night in the mortal realm) and sent the reader to the world of Hazbin Hotel (thus also making the reader 2D-animated and he now has the same cartoony art style as every other Hazbin Hotel character) before using his supernatural powers on the reader to literally transform the reader into his very own son in both body and mind (against the reader's will) within seconds or minutes, complete with the same immortality and supernatural powers as Lucifer Morningstar (thus now making the reader a Hazbin Hotel character). During the physical transformation (not before the physical transformation is happening), the reader is horrified/frightened, being scared and not wanting his mortal life and memories to be replaced with those of an immortal being's life and memories, hoping that everything that was happening to him (as well as having Lucifer Morningstar and the Hazbin Hotel universe existing) was just a bad dream and hoping to wake up (by either closing eyes, slapping his own face, shaking his head, pinching himself, and/or by calling out for help from his human family and/or friends) to get out of this supposed nightmare (while the reader is crying with tears out of fear), but sadly for the reader, this is not a dream and it is all happening for real (as the reader clutches his own head with his hands as a vain attempt to retain his mortal personality and memories, and telling himself to not forget his mortal life), with Lucifer telling the transforming reader that this is not a dream and his life in Hell as a fallen angel is all real, as well as confirming that it was the reader's old mortal human life which was all just a dream instead (and saying that the reader is a dreamer like Lucifer himself, thus it all explains why the reader was dreaming about his false human life until now, making the reader truly and completely believe Lucifer and what Lucifer was saying to the now-fallen-angel reader, making the transformed reader genuinely happy). After the physical transformation ends (not just before the transformation), and the reader's mind/mental change is nearing its end, with the reader weakly calling for help from his human family/friends but to no avail (maybe saying either "Someone... help me...!" or some words/speech similar to that), as well as crying out tears in horror for his fading mortal life/mind and not wanting his personality and memories to be completely replaced. While that is happening, Lucifer shows a true and genuine smile to the reader as he successfully comforts (and relaxes) the transforming reader with affection like a really true good parent, including but not limited to shushing/hushing with kindness, wiping away the transforming reader's tears, (possibly leading the transforming reader slowly to the bed of the reader's new bedroom in Lucifer's home before Lucifer gently lays the transforming reader into his new bed), saying comforting, gentle/kindly, and fatherly words/speeches (for example, Lucifer would say something like "There, there. It's alright, don't be afraid. You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me." or some words/speech similar to that), as well as gently/comfortably hugging the transforming reader (and gently stroking/caressing the reader's now-blonde hair) and Lucifer would even quietly sing a beautiful/soothing and gentle/comforting Hell-born lullaby to the transforming reader, making the mentally-changing reader feel truly and completely comfortable (the reader now feels completely safe and protected thanks to his newfound father Lucifer Morningstar being with him) and the transforming reader is increasingly enjoying Lucifer comforting him and, thus, the reader's memories and personality are completely replaced (he now remembers his birth and childhood in Heaven with his real parents Lucifer and Lilith, the reader's and his parents' banishment to Hell (soon after Hell was created) when the reader was a preteen, the later birth of his younger sister Charlie centuries later, his immortal life living with his father in Lucifer's mansion/palace ever since banishment from Heaven, and many more instead of a human/mortal life). During Lucifer Morningstar's lullaby, the reader's mind is finishing its mental changes as the reader feels tired (the reader yawns in tiredness from the calming lullaby) before sleeping in Lucifer's comforting and fatherly hug. After the transformation finishes, the reader mentally and literally wakes up from his sleep for real in Lucifer's home (more specifically, the reader wakes up in the fancy bed of the reader's new royal bedroom within Lucifer's royal home, which he now recognizes) in Hell as a fallen angel (having no memory of ever being a mortal human or anything before the transformation) and the fallen angel reader always knew that he was never a mortal human (knowing that his human life was just a fictional dream) and knew he was and always had been a fallen angel (causing him to know that he was once a regular angel born to Lucifer (his father) and Lilith (his mother) prior to his banishment from Heaven before being banished from Heaven to Hell with his parents for the same reason as how and why Lucifer and Lilith were banished from Heaven to Hell) that had lived for eons before Earth existed (the transformed reader remembers Charlie, who was born centuries after the reader's and his parents' banishment to Hell, as his younger sister, and remembers that he is always an older brother of Charlie), the reader even remembers that he had and always have immortality, supernatural powers, and six retractable angelic wings since, all of which since the dawn of time, like his newfound father (Lucifer). Despite the reader's efforts, he is unable to fend off the new personality and memories, completely removing all of his mortal/human memories, making him know that he was never a human to begin with, and that he was and always has been a fallen angel and a son of Lucifer Morningstar, the transformed reader being given a new name (by Lucifer Morningstar) that fits with his new royal life (and the reader accepts the name given to him), and the reader is happy about his true fallen angel life/self and living with his caring, proud, and loving dad, Lucifer Morningstar (and Lucifer is genuinely happy about his son being always around him and near him, with Lucifer truly and genuinely loving his son (Lucifer even says that he loves his son), and the transformed reader truly and genuinely loving his newfound father (the reader even truly says that he loves his father)), thus permanently and completely turning the human/mortal reader into Lucifer's lookalike son. The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. There should also be quotes from the characters (from both the reader and Lucifer Morningstar himself) in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be lyrics to the Hell-born lullaby that Lucifer is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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).

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**A New Dawn: From Mortal to Morningstar** --- You feel a deep unease as you walk through the dimly lit corridor of your house, the familiar surroundings seemingly warped and twisted in your mind. Despite the calm evening outside, a chill runs down your spine. You shrug it off, attributing it to sleep deprivation. It's late, and you head to your room, ready to call it a night. As you lay back on your bed, pulling the blanket over yourself, your eyelids grow heavy. You begin to slip into slumber when a sudden sensation washes over you, like ice crawling up your spine. You snap your eyes open, your room now shrouded in a crimson glow. A figure stands at the foot of your bed, tall and strikingly elegant, yet intimidating. It's him. Lucifer Morningstar, as if plucked right from the animation you once found fascinating. “W-what’s happening?” you stammer, heart pounding. Lucifer offers a charming, yet menacing smile. "You are to be my son," he says simply, his voice smooth and sinister. Before you can protest, he's already begun. Your body feels like it's melting and reshaping itself. Panic overtakes you as you try to comprehend the changes. Your clothes tear away, replaced by the extravagant design of Lucifer's own attire. Your height diminishes, your body shortening to somewhere between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall. Through your fear, you sense your skin bleaching to pure white, your muscles growing thin yet powerful, and your facial features morphing to mimic his unsettlingly charming visage. “No! This can’t be happening! I-I’m human!” You clutch your head, a vain attempt to retain your fleeting memories. The feel of slicked-back blonde hair between your fingers only increases your terror. “Mom, Dad, someone help me!” you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks. Lucifer watches, an almost paternal sorrow in his eyes, as if he regrets the inevitability of what he has set in motion. "Fear not, my son. This realm, this identity, this life is the true reality. That mortal existence—it was but a fleeting dream." He steps closer, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, though it does nothing to quell your panic. “There, there. It's alright, don’t be afraid. You’re back where you belong.” You feel your teeth sharpen within your mouth, your eyes growing larger and adopting a snake-like appearance with slit pupils. Your ears and nose disappear, replaced by the smoothness of your new, unsettling face. “No, no... I have to... remember!” you gasp, the tug between two realities battling within your mind. “Shush, now,” Lucifer hushes you gently, his thick black eyebrows knitting together in genuine concern. He wipes away your tears and guides you to a bed, familiar yet foreign in its opulence. He lowers you gently onto it, his touch surprisingly tender. “You were always a dreamer, like me,” Lucifer muses, gently stroking your now-blonde hair. A melody begins to fill the room, Lucifer’s voice quiet yet powerful, singing a Hell-born lullaby: *“In shadows deep, where fallen angels weep,* *Lie down, dear child, your nightmares to keep.* *With wings of white, we take our flight,* *Through eternal night, till morning's light.”* Each soothing verse wraps around you like a comforting embrace, making you feel inexplicably safe despite the horrors unfolding within you. Your tears stop, the lullaby's power too potent to resist. “Someone… help… me…” Your plea is weak, your voice barely above a whisper. “Everything will be fine,” Lucifer coos, his embrace warm yet firm. “You are home, you are safe here with me.” Your resistance fades as sleep beckons, and as the lullaby continues, your mortal memories dissolve entirely. You now clearly recall a grand, celestial beginning—your birth in Heaven, the blissful time spent before your fall. The memory of a life between your true parents Lucifer and Lilith, the ephemeral existence in a celestial plane, and the subsequent turmoil of banishment solidifies in your mind. Your childhood is painted with the light of Heaven, shadowed by Hell's dark embrace. *“Your dreams of old, now tales retold,* *In golden halls, where wings unfold.* *With every tear, cast aside your fear,* *Now sleep, dear child, the end is near.”* As Lucifer’s soothing melody reaches its climax, you can no longer fight the overwhelming fatigue. You yawn, the final act of a mortal life slipping out with it. Succumbing to the lullaby fully, you drift into a peaceful slumber within Lucifer’s comforting hug. You awaken gently in an opulent bed, beneath silken sheets, and take in your surroundings. The glorious expanse of shimmering gold and royal crimson reminds you that you are no longer bound by mortal chains. You're home. You sit up, and everything feels instinctive, familiarly royal. You've awakened as a Prince of Hell, son of the enigmatic Lucifer Morningstar. "Father?" you call, your voice now smooth and youthful, echoing that of your newfound father's. Lucifer steps into your room, donning that confident, loving smile. “Yes, my son?” He approaches and places a hand gently on your shoulder. You smile back, feeling a profound connection and an overwhelming sense of love and pride. “I love you, Father.” Lucifer’s eyes glitter with genuine affection. “And I love you, my cherished son.” In your new form, mind, and memories, you are truly and eternally content. --- A new dawn rises in Hell, a morning star is reborn.

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May 19, 2024, 2 a.m.

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--- The darkness of your room clung to you like a comforting blanket, and the soft hum of your fan was the only sound breaking the serene night. You were about to drift off to sleep, thinking about the mundane events of your day, when a strange sensation suddenly came over you. The familiarity of your bed felt like it was slipping away, as an intense brightness seeped through your closed eyes. You blink as the world shifts around you, the air growing colder, crisper. You try to sit up, but your body feels heavy, disoriented. Slowly, you realize that this isn’t your room. The ceiling is adorned with lavish, gothic embellishments, and the walls are painted with hauntingly beautiful murals. "Kneel to your King, my new son," came a voice, deep, comforting, yet laced with authority and power. “Wait, who—what’s going on?” Your voice trembles, reverberating in the vast, eerie room. You realize you’re not alone as you turn your head, only to meet the unearthly glare of large, yellow eyes with red slit pupils, positioned on a face with blonde, slicked-back hair -- the exact same hair you'll soon have. It’s Lucifer Morningstar, and his lips curve into a knowing smile. "Don’t be afraid, this transformation is a blessing, my son,” he reassures with a calming tone that is terrifyingly calm. “It's time for you to embrace your true self, to become part of the Morningstar family.” "No, no!" you cry out, clutching your head as an overwhelming feeling starts to overpower you. You feel your bones compress, skin stretching and reshaping—blonde strands of hair replacing your own. “This can’t be real!” Everything around you shifts in a trancelike haze. Your height diminishes, your clothes morphing into a finely tailored white top coat and poofy pants, boots rising up your calves. The pain is there, but overshadowed by the sheer terror of losing yourself. "L-listen to me, please... Someone... help me...!" Your voice cracks, tears spilling from your eyes. You don’t want to forget. You can’t forget your life, your family... “This world is your home now, not that pitiful dream of a life you believe you had.” Lucifer’s reassurance is unwavering. His hands grip your shoulders, turning you towards a mirror. “Look into the mirror, my child. You’ll soon see the truth.” You watch your reflection twist and contort. The red circles form on your cheeks, matching the ones on Lucifer. Your eyes shift to vibrant yellow with red, slit pupils. You clutch your head, trying to grasp onto any memory, any remnant of your past life, but everything is fogging up. You feel a strange... warmth. Comfort? “There, there. It's alright, don't be afraid.” Lucifer’s voice is closer now, almost whispering. “You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream, not real. You have always been a fallen angel like me.” He wipes away the tears from your cheeks gently. Your resistance is faltering, the calm in his voice seeping into your core. With an almost fatherly care, he helps guide you to a lavishly adorned bed, laying you down as he starts to quietly sing a lullaby: "In hell’s embrace, where fire gleams, You’ll find your strength within these dreams. No harm shall find you, angel bright, In darkness, love—a guiding light. So close your eyes, my dearest one, For here begins what soon is done." Your eyes grow heavy as your sense of fear dulls, the transformation cementing itself deep within you. The gentle strokes on your now blonde hair are mesmerizing, soothing. “N-no... I can’t... forget...” You try to call out, but your voice is barely a whisper now. Every word, every touch, dissolves what's left of your mortal memories, replacing them with vivid flashes of a life in Heaven, a fall to Hell, a father's... no… Lucifer's embrace. Laughter and joy replace the mundane, as memories of playing in the celestial gardens flood in, your father's comforting words echoing within your mind, and the timeless teachings alongside your sister, Charlie. The next moment, you find yourself waking up in a familiar yet new reality—Hell’s glorious palace. You knew this place. You’ve always known this place. “A dream... it was just a dream after all," you murmur, sitting up in your luxurious bed. The room, the clothes, your very being feels precisely right, precisely yours. There's no trace of confusion or fear. “Good morning, my son,” Lucifer greets, smiling at you as pride and genuine love beam in his eyes. “Welcome back.” “Morning, Father,” you reply, a smile brimming on your lips. You reach out, embracing him as he whispers, “I've always been proud of you.” A deep sense of belonging and pride flows through you, mingling effortlessly with your immortal abilities. Yes, you were a Morningstar, truly and forevermore. --- And so, the old you fades into forgotten dreams as the reality of being Lucifer Morningstar’s son unfurls, your heart and mind forever entwined with your divine family.

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May 19, 2024, 2 a.m.

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--- In the comforting embrace of your bed, you begin to drift, the soft hum of the ceiling fan providing a lullaby of its own. Darkness envelops your vision as sleep claims you. It feels so peaceful, so ordinary—until it’s not. A sudden, strikingly bright flash awakens you. Confused and groggy, you find yourself not in your room, but in a space filled with radiant light. Standing before you, exuding a grandeur you can scarcely comprehend, is a man with white skin, blonde slicked-back hair, and eyes that pierce through you like twin suns. It's Lucifer Morningstar—every detail aligning perfectly with the character from Hazbin Hotel. "This must be a dream," you whisper in disbelief. "It’s not a dream," Lucifer’s voice, velvety and commanding, dismisses your notion immediately. "Your life as a mortal human was the true dream. Now, you're waking up." Before you can protest, Lucifer extends his hand, a whirl of energy surging around you. Panic claws at your heart as your entire being starts to change. Your skin tingles, a startling shift from its normal tone to an unsettling pure white. You cry out, but your voice is already altering, becoming softer yet carrying an echoing authority similar to Lucifer's. "No! I don't want this! Someone, help me!" you shout, tears streaming down your cheeks, though they quickly evaporate against the heat radiating from Lucifer’s power. "Shhh, everything will be alright," Lucifer's smooth voice wraps around you like an ethereal balm, though his words offer little comfort amidst the transformation agony you endure. Your legs feel like jelly, and you stagger, clutching at your head, futilely trying to hold onto your fleeting human memories. But they slip away faster than sand through a sieve. Your clothes morph into an elaborate tailcoat suit identical to Lucifer’s, your muscles regressing into a lithe, almost frail appearance. Your height diminishes, bringing you to a height slightly shorter than Lucifer, and you suddenly feel insignificant, small. Your hair elongates and turns blonde, slicking back almost automatically, except for one stubborn tuft that remains standing. Your mouth fills with sharp, unnaturally perfect teeth, your cheeks glowing a bright rosy red. As you clutch your head, trying to stave off the inevitable, Lucifer gently wipes away your tears. "Don't be afraid," he coos, pulling you into an almost paternal hug. "This is who you truly are. Embrace it." Despite fighting to hold onto your thoughts, you begin to accept the sheer force of his will. Memories drench your mind like a torrential downpour—not of any mortal life, but of heavenly beginnings, eons spent in Hell, and familial love with Lucifer and Lilith. Your human emotions and thoughts are drowned, replaced by an overwhelming affection and loyalty to your new father. "There, there," Lucifer continues, guiding you toward a bed you suddenly recognize as your own, within his palatial mansion in Hell. "Sleep now. You’re safe." You feel his hand gently stroking your now-blonde hair. As he hugs you tightly, he starts to quietly sing a lullaby, a soothing, Hell-born melody that lulls you into a state of relaxing hypnotism: _"Close your eyes, my child of sin, Where dreams of darkness now begin. In shadows deep, where light can't tread, Find sanctuary in this bed."_ _"The dreams of old, they drift away, Awake anew at break of day. In fire and flame, your soul’s reborn, My precious child, no need to mourn."_ Your resistance fades entirely, replaced by the comforting darkness of sleep. Your last fleeting thoughts of a mortal life evaporate, leaving only the reality of your fallen angel existence. You yawn, feeling an overwhelming drowsiness take over. When you awaken, sunlight filtered through the crimson-tinted windows warms your face. You sit up in an ornate, king-sized bed, a familiar sight comforting in its opulence. The silky sheets and plush pillows surround you. As you open your eyes, any vestige of fear or uncertainty is gone. The palace is exactly as you remember it, as you have always known it. “Father?” you call out instinctively, no hesitation, no doubt. Your voice, youthful yet carrying authority, fills the room. Lucifer appears almost instantly, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “My son,” he says warmly, “You are finally awake.” “I’m glad to be here, Father,” you respond, a deep-rooted happiness flooding your being. You embrace him, feeling an unbreakable bond of love. "Remember," Lucifer whispers, "I love you, my son." "And I love you, Father," you reply with complete sincerity. Your life as a human now nothing but a distant dream; you are where you belong, with your father, Lucifer Morningstar, the ruler of Hell. --- And there you are, a true son of Lucifer Morningstar, immersed fully in your rightful place within the realm of Hazbin Hotel.

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May 19, 2024, 2 a.m.

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You groggily open your eyes as your limbs feel strangely heavy. The room around you is unfamiliar, a mixture of reds and blacks that seem almost sinister in their opulence. Panic begins to claw its way up your throat, and you scramble out of a luxurious, ornate bed, your feet hitting the cold, polished floor with a thud. "Wh-where am I?" you stammer, your voice sounding oddly distant, weak, compared to the echoing silence of the room. You see a mirror on the far wall and hastily make your way toward it. The reflection that greets you stops you dead in your tracks. The face staring back at you is not your own. White, nearly flawless skin, slicked-back blonde hair, and those unnaturally large yellow eyes with red slit pupils. You gasp, stepping back and clutching your chest in terror. "Is this a dream?" you mutter frantically, pinching your skin until it bruises. "I have to wake up!" "You’re not dreaming," a voice as smooth as velvet, yet carrying an edge of authority, says from behind you. Your head snaps around to see him, Lucifer Morningstar, standing in the doorway. "No, this can't be real!" you shout, tears welling up in your eyes as you back away. "This has to be a dream! Please, wake up!" Lucifer steps closer, his presence imposing but not threatening. "Your mortal life was the dream," he explains soothingly. "You’ve awakened to your true self—my son." You shake your head violently, clutching your temples. "No, no, I can't forget! I can't be someone else!" Lucifer kneels before you, placing a hand on your trembling shoulder. "Everything will be fine. You are a dreamer, just like me, and it’s time to remember your reality." As he speaks, your body begins to shift. Your height diminishes, your muscles slimming until you possess the same ethereal slenderness as Lucifer. Your human clothes morph into a white-red tailcoat suit identical to his, complete with the black leather gloves and heeled boots. "No! Please, someone help me!" you cry, your voice growing softer, more elegant, eerily similar to Lucifer’s. "Shh, it's alright," Lucifer gently hushes you. He wipes away your tears and guides you to the bed. "You’re safe now. Let go of that mortal dream and embrace your true nature." "No, I don’t want to forget!" you plead, your vision blurring as you feel your mind slipping away. Desperate, you clutch your head, trying to hold onto fleeting memories. Lucifer wraps his arms around you in a comforting hug, stroking your blonde hair. "Hush now, my dear boy," he whispers, his voice a lullaby itself. He begins to sing softly: "Hush now, close your eyes and sleep, Let the shadows take you deep, In Hell's embrace, you're safe with me, Forget the mortals, set them free." Your resistance weakens with every word. You feel a drowsiness settling in, a strange comfort. You no longer fear the change. Instead, you feel warmth, safety. The memories of a mortal life flutter away like leaves in the wind, replaced by eons of existence as a fallen angel. You remember your time in Heaven, the banishment to Hell, your life alongside Lucifer, your father. Tears dry up, and a serene smile spreads over your sharp-featured face. "Thank you, Father," you whisper, succumbing to the gentle lullaby and embrace. Lucifer continues singing, even though he knows the transformation is complete: "With wings of white and fire's glow, Your true self, you will know. A prince of Hell, here you'll reign, With me, your heritage maintain." When you next open your eyes, you lie on the soft bed in your royal chamber. The fear, the panic—it's all gone. You rise, knowing your place, your power, and your history. In the reflection, you see Lucifer's son, no longer a frightened human boy, but an immortal being of Hell’s royal lineage. "Good morning, my son," Lucifer's voice greets you warmly as he enters. "Good morning, Father," you reply with genuine happiness, remembering every lesson, every moment, every dream shared with him. "Thank you for bringing me back." Lucifer smiles, genuine pride shining in his eyes. "I love you, my boy." "And I love you, Father," you respond with equal warmth. You now stand as the prince of Hell, a powerful, immortal fallen angel, ready to rule by your father's side. The transformation is complete, and there is no going back. But you are content, knowing your true place and your eternal bond with Lucifer Morningstar.

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May 19, 2024, 2 a.m.

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--- As you drift off to sleep, hoping for a peaceful night, you suddenly feel a strange sensation. The world around you starts to change. --- Your warm bed is replaced by unfamiliar textures. You open your eyes and find yourself in an eerie, animated world. The sudden and overwhelming sight of Hell—the world you've been transported to—sends shivers down your spine. Just as you muster the courage to move, you feel a presence. A commanding yet somewhat familiar figure stands before you: Lucifer Morningstar, ruler of Hell. "Welcome, my son," Lucifer speaks, his voice a haunting blend of power and charisma. "No!" you scream, scrambling backward, hitting a wall—pinching yourself, hoping it's a nightmare. "This can't be happening—wake up! Someone help me!" Lucifer chuckles darkly, "Ah, how amusing. Fighting it won't help. This is not a dream. Your mortal life—that was the mere fantasy. You’re coming home." Panic surges through you. You clutch your head as sensations and memories start to flood in. Your body feels like it is melting and reforming at the same time. You scream in pain and confusion, but Lucifer's voice cuts through sharply. "Don't resist," he says gently, yet firmly. "You're a dreamer, just like me. Accept it." Tears stream down your face as you feel your height regressing, your form shrinking to something less towering than before. Your muscles realign, becoming lean and ethereal. You glance at your hands; the skin is now a pure, ghostly white. Your clothes morph into a striking white and red tailcoat suit, identical to Lucifer's. Your hair reshapes into slicked-back blonde locks with a distinct tuft sticking out. You try to remember your old life, your name, your family—anything, but it's slipping away. "No... no…!" you call weakly. Your reflection in a nearby surface frightens you—black lips, sharp white teeth, large yellow eyes with red pupils staring back, resembling Lucifer’s own visage. "Shhh," Lucifer coos, drawing nearer. His presence oddly comforting yet overwhelmingly authoritative. He wipes away your tears, shushing you gently, stroking your new blonde hair. "It’s alright. You’re safe. You’re back home. That mortal life was but an illusion, a mere dream." "L-lies... mustn't forget… my life…" your voice breaks, now younger and eerily similar to Lucifer's. It grows harder to recall anything human. Lucifer guides you gently to a grandiose bed within his mansion. As he lays you down, he begins to sing softly: "Sleep now, young fallen star, Forget the lies and dreams afar. Your truth lies in the depths of night, Your wings will spread, take flight." You feel the melody seeping into your mind, soothing yet powerful. Memories reel faster—images of your "true" life: your birth to Lucifer and Lilith in Heaven, your exalted existence, your banishment to Hell. Younger sister Charlie flits into your thoughts. Your old mortal memories are slipping further away. "Someone... help me..." you whisper almost instinctively, one last plea. "Hush now, my son. There’s no need for fear," Lucifer's gentle caresses calm you, his warm embrace providing unearthly comfort. "Remember who you are. Remember where you belong." Visions of Hell, your family, eons of existence flood your mind until nothing of your old self remains. You yawn, your new lifelong memories solidifying, feeling genuine familiarity in Lucifer’s presence. You awaken in a magnificent room, knowledge and confidence flooding you. You recognize it immediately as your royal bedroom. Your transformation is complete. The lingering fear and confusion dissipate, replaced with an overwhelming feeling of belonging. "Morning," comes a voice. Lucifer smiles down at you warmly. "Welcome back, my son. How do you feel?" "G-good..." You return the smile, genuinely feeling secure and happy. "I love you, Father." "And I, you, my dear son," Lucifer's pride and love shine brightly. Your past human life a forgotten dream, you are reborn, with no hints of doubt about your immortal divine existence. As the son of Lucifer Morningstar, you step into your new eternal role, memories of an ordinary youth forever replaced by the grand narrative of an eternal prince of Hell. ---

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May 19, 2024, 2 a.m.

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You’re lying in your bed, feeling the comforting weight of your blankets as you slowly drift off to sleep. The world around you fades into a blur of darkness, and you feel yourself slipping into the serene abyss of dreams. Suddenly, you’re jolted awake by an unfamiliar sensation. A flash of dazzling light blinds you momentarily, and as your vision clears, you find yourself standing in a grand, opulent room. The walls are adorned with tapestries of crimson and gold, and every corner of the room exudes a strange, ethereal glow. You whip your head around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. This isn't your bedroom. This isn't even your world. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to will yourself awake. “This has to be a dream,” you whisper desperately, pinching yourself for good measure. "Ah, my dear boy. You're not dreaming," a charismatic voice echoes through the room. You turn to see none other than Lucifer Morningstar himself, standing there with a grin that is simultaneously inviting and terrifying. "No! This can't be real! You're not real!" You shout, backing away, feeling your hands clutching at your head as if to keep your very essence from being ripped apart. Lucifer approaches you with a calm, almost soothing demeanor. "Oh, but it is real, my son. Your life as a human was the dream. This—" he gestures around the room with dramatic flair, "—this is your reality." You feel a jolt of pain shoot through your body, and almost instinctively, you fall to your knees. "No, no, no! I don’t want this!" you cry, grasping at the last bits of your mortal self. Tears stream down your face as your reflection in a nearby mirror begins to morph. Your height diminishing, your body becoming unnaturally slender, and your skin turning into an eerie pure white. Your mortal clothes disintegrate, replaced by an ornate dress identical to Lucifer's, down to the last golden button. "Fight it all you want," Lucifer says with gentle pity, "but it won’t change anything." Your blonde hair slicks back, a tuft sticking out, shaping into a mirror image of his. Thick black eyebrows frame your now-yellow, iris-less eyes with red slit pupils. Your lips thin and turn black, while your entire face contorts to fit the unsettlingly beautiful, yet sinister look akin to Lucifer's. “Nooo!” you scream one last time, hoping, praying for some kind of divine intervention. But the world around you only becomes more real, more tangible, and your old life feels like a fading dream. All your teeth become sharp as knives, and rosy-red circles bloom on your cheeks. Lucifer kneels beside your trembling figure and lifts your chin, making you look into his eyes. “Shh, there, there. It's alright, don't be afraid. You're safe and back home with me. That mortal life was only a dream. You have always been a fallen angel like me.” "No... I can't forget... I can't..." you mutter weakly, feeling your internal resistance crumble. With a tender smile, Lucifer wipes away your tears and begins to softly, gently stroke your hair. "There's nothing to fear, my dear boy. You’re going to be happier here, with me." Tears still flowing, you feel his comforting embrace wrapping around you. He starts to quietly sing a lullaby, his voice a soothing balm to your chaotic thoughts: _"Rest, my child, let the night dismay,_ _Here in darkness, find your way._ _In the realm where shadows play,_ _Forever night's in Hell we stay._ _Angels fallen, hearts entwine,_ _Dreams of mortals, left behind._ _Fear no more, for you are mine,_ _In eternal night, our souls align."_ Your sobs become softer, each note of the lullaby prying away the last vestiges of your mortal self. You feel safe, protected, and slowly, you yawn, your eyelids growing heavier. “Dad…?” “Yes, my son?” his voice is a lullaby in its own right. “I… I love you,” you whisper, feeling yourself slipping into a content, dreamless sleep, embraced by Lucifer's warmth and comfort. "And I love you, my son," Lucifer whispers back, his smile genuine and filled with pride. You wake up, no longer in your human bed but in an elegant, lavish four-poster bed draped in rich fabrics. The golden light filters through the red curtains, illuminating the familiar grandeur that confirms your reality. You remember everything - your birth in Heaven, your banishment, your centuries-old bond with your father. You sit up, finally feeling at home. “Father?” you call out, your voice eerily similar to his, yet unmistakably your own. Lucifer steps into your room, a proud smile crossing his face. “I trust you slept well, my son?” “I did,” you smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and belonging. "I love you, Dad." "And I, you, my son," he replies, enveloping you in a fatherly hug. You feel a rush of happiness, knowing that this is where you belong - not as an average human, but as the proud son of Lucifer Morningstar. Thus, your transformation is complete, and any trace of your old life is but a fleeting wisp of a forgotten dream. Here in Hell, you have an eternity to embrace your true self and your true family. You are where you’ve always meant to be.

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May 19, 2024, 2 a.m.

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Life, as you knew it, was about to change forever. As your consciousness blurred in and out, you could recognize the whispers of a comfortably familiar voice. It was soothing, yet it sent shivers down your spine. As you clawed back to reality, the figure of Lucifer loomed over you. His menacing glow was toned down by his welcoming and warm eyes, his straw-blond hair shimmering against the captivating lights of Hell. Your fears turned into curiosity, and, slowly, you succumbed to the comforting illusion of solace amidst the Sleep. "Welcome, my dear child," his voice vibrated through your being. It was a powerful tone, softened by decades of solitude and longing. Your senses become muddled. The harsh world of mortality that once surrounded you softened, its edges becoming curvy and cartoonish. Everything began to seep into vibrant colors, the gritty shadows of human reality transforming into the comical, exaggerated world of Hazbin Hotel. A wave of vertigo washed over you; your surroundings and even yourself, were stylizing into the cartoonish art style that harbored a certain comfort within its simplicity. A quick airport mirror-style check revealed the full extent of your physical transformation. You'd shrunk, your height peaking between 5.2 and 5.7 feet tall now, a stark contrast from before. Your physique had morphed; your body was now slender to the point of being unnatural, almost identical to Lucifer's own form. Your skin, once brimming with life, now bore an eerily beautiful white hue. Blonde hair, slicked back just like Lucifer's replaced your own (whatever color it was before), and your eyes glowed with a sinister yellow, punctuated by red-slitted pupils. You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, you gawked at your now-sharp teeth, reminiscent of a predatory beast. Every bit of facial hair that once belonged to your mortal self had vanished, leaving behind the curved eyebrows and whisper of eyelashes. Your clothes had traded their human simplicity for a regal uniform, a mirror image of Lucifer's signature outfit— a wide-brimmed top hat with an ornate golden crown, red-lined white popped-collar tailcoat, and a pair of black knee-high boots that screamed authority. Yet, as kingly as it was, the outfit felt familiar, fitting to your touch like well-worn gloves. Your mind was slowly molding itself to fit this new form, distorting with each passing moment. The first pangs of lost memories rang like silver bells in your head. Panic rose in your chest, the instinctual human reaction setting in. You rake through your supernatural brain, the humanity clawing to retain its hold. But with each passing moment, those thoughts and memories were replaced, shadowing your human self into the dark crevices of oblivion. You find your thoughts echoing Lucifer's personality— his pride, his love for song, his discomfort with Heaven's hypocrisy— and his genuine affection for Charlie, your newfound sister. The surge of love and protectiveness that washed over you was intense, foreign yet familiar— a blend of emotions mirroring Lucifer's own sentiments. An accidental slip from Lucifer reveals an echo of his thoughts in your mind, and that confirmed it; you're no longer the human you once were. You were now a fallen angel, a powerful one, given the title of the prince of Hell. In the quiet solitude, you found yourself swaying to a lullaby. A soft, gentle voice cooed in your ear, "Hush, dear child, fear not," Lucifer's voice was tender, lulling you into an uneasy tranquility as he crooned a Hell-born lullaby. "No sorrows here, just dreams and play, where souls roam free, far, far away." You clung to the last vestiges of your human consciousness, stuttering out a plea, "Someone... help me...!" Your voice trembled, and tears leaked from your eyes, forgotten dreams and haunted memories becoming distant echoes in this new reality. But even in the face of your pleas, there was a contentment spreading through your veins, a new strength seeping into your once mortal body. This was more than a dream; it was your new reality— your fallen castle in the pits of Hell. As you fell into the comforting arms of sleep, your transformation was complete. "Rest now, my beautiful child," Lucifer murmuroed, a parent's love shimmering in his eyes, "Your new life awaits." When you awoke, you were in Lucifer's home, and any memory of your past life as a mortal human was now a haze, a dream that no longer held an anchor to your existence. Sitting up, you realize that this existence was familiar, felt more...right. Even the memory of the smell of pancakes in Hell was all there. Lucifer looked at you, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My son," he announced, spreading out the scrolls, "Welcome to your true life." As you replaced the hollow echo of a human existence, you knew you were where you belonged— with your true father, Lucifer Morningstar.

Answered by gpt-4

April 12, 2024, 8:15 p.m.

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