My next POV transformation caption! This time, you reader gets turned into an identical twin of Lucifer Morningstar, by Lucifer Morningstar himself. I hoped you liked this! ^^


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Long Live The King - Lucifer Morningstar TF MC POV




You stand in your living room laughing at the scene unfolding before your eyes on the TV screen. Lucifer Morningstar's antics in the Hazbin Hotel series have won your heart with his witty humor and undeniable charm. At the peak of your laughter, the TV flickers. Suddenly, it burst to life, forcing you to shield your eyes from the blinding white radiance. "The real world seems fun, wouldn't you agree?" A polished, melodic voice rings out, prompting you to gawk at the figure emerging from your television. Lucifer Morningstar, adorned in his white suit and holding his signature black cane, steps into your reality.


"Tell me, what would you say to a little... change of scenery?" Before you have time to respond, everything goes dark. When you open your eyes next, you find yourself in the animated world of Hazbin Hotel, with Lucifer standing in front of you, smirking. "Now, here comes the fun part." Lucifer points his cane at you. A bolt of crimson energy zaps from it, hitting you square in the chest. Instantly, you start to feel heavier, shorter. "What are you doing?!" you croaked out. "Merely having a bit of fun, dear human," Lucifer flicked his black cane nonchalantly, a cruel smirk twisting his black lips. "I'm in need of some new company... ever thought of a career in the demon business?" As those snide words slithered off his tongue, you felt a chilling shift echoing through your body.


Your muscles contort and shift, reaching a slightly smaller stature matching Lucifer's, shorter than his daughter or wife, but still tall nonetheless. Your skin tingles, swiftly turning pale as a sheet of paper, while your eyelids turned purple and each of your cheeks gained large red circle. "No!" You shout, trying to fight the impending transformations. But your voice falters, your words echo back, significantly deeper and more melodic than before. If you happened to be a female, your breasts vanished as you felt something coming down below, changing you into a male. You watch, aghast, as your hands morph, fingers elongating, skin immaculately white. You run to a mirror, catching sight of your now thick black eyebrows, black lips, and sharp teeth. There's a flash in your eyes, and your reflection now shows yellow eyes marked with red slit pupils. You note that your ears and nostrils have vanished, giving off a less 'human' appearance. Your hair lightens to a stunning blonde.


The familiar feeling of your own fabric is suddenly replaced with the rigid stiffness of Lucifer's tailored suit. You felt an odd sensation of lengthening, the transformation placing you in a pair of black knee-high heeled boots. You were suddenly dressed in a white high collar suit, white poofy pants, red undershirt with white vertical stripes, a black bowtie, a pair of black gloves over your hands, and a white top hat on your head, complete with a red band, an apple, and a golden snake accessorizing the hat. A sense of dread washes over you as you realize your physical transformation into Lucifer Morningstar's identical twin is complete.


"But here's the icing on the cake," Lucifer's voice whispers in your ear, reverberating through your skull. Suddenly, vague memories start to trickle in, steadily growing stronger, like a long-forgotten song echoing in the depths of your mind. You try to hold onto the familiarity of your old life, your real name, your past. But the new memories are powerful: ruling over Hell, being married to Lilith, loving polka music. "No!" You cry, clinging onto your humanity, but it's like trying to hold onto water with a clenched fist. Slowly, you forget your old jokes, replaced by Lucifer's puns, his quips. You forget your favorite songs, only remembering the tunes of polka.


"No... no... no..." You stammered, attempting to hold onto fragments of your past. "I remember... I am... I... I... what was I once...?" You couldn't finish, the conversion of your mind was complete. "What's up, buttercup having an identity crisis?" Lucifer, the original, taunted you, his thick black eyebrows twitching in amusement. Once where your panicked thoughts echoed, there was silence, replaced by Lucifer's callous phrases. You tried to utter your name, yet what slipped out was his instead, "Lucifer Morningstar." A smirk spread across your new face, your new self.


Slowly but surely, you become Lucifer in mind as well. "Excellent," Lucifer grins, looking at what was once a human, now a clone of himself. "Welcome to the fun of our world. You'll love it here, especially since... well, you're me!" Despite your fight, the last remnants of your old life slip away, replaced entirely by Lucifer's. As you mingle with demons, engaging in the playful revelry just as Lucifer would, you sincerely forget you were ever human, only ever a King of Hell. "Welcome to your new life," Lucifer's voice echoes in your mind as you laugh at a pun made by another resident of Hazbin Hotel. You no longer have a trace of your old self. You are Lucifer Morningstar, the unforgettable king of Hell.