Reversal

"Tsk, leave the past in the past" Snorting, Eva rubs her face with Christian's and smiles with satisfaction.

"Looks like someone's in want of love."

"I need to recharge, last night you slept with Elisa and I felt lonely."

"But I rewarded you in the morning"

"Hmph, do you think that's enough?" Pursing her lips, Eva pressed her forehead to Christian's and stared into his beautiful eyes "What time is your interview?"

"In about 2 hours, but I have to be at the place an hour earlier."

"Tsk, too little time..." Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Eva began to gently rub Christian's crotch with her ass "Do you think we'll be able to finish if we make it quick?"

"Yes, but I'd have to go back to bathe and while you're taking your clothes off and all, I don't have the time."

"..."

Smiling at Eva's sad face, Christian lowers his hands a little more and caresses his mother's moist crotch "If you wore a skirt, everything would be easier~"

"But I don't like skirts..." Gently biting her lips, Eva stopped moving her hips and enjoyed the fingers exploring her cave.

"But I love them, more if you wear dark stockings" Smiling, Christian brings his face close to Eva's ear and whispers "You don't know how much I'd love to rip your stockings to shreds and plow you all at once~"

"*Gulp*" Trembling slightly, Eva swallows hard and whispers "W-would you attack me without mercy?"

"Mercy? I would take your very stockings and tie you up against this desk~"

"I-I think wearing a skirt isn't so bad either, I-I think I have a pair lying around."

"Then I want to see you wearing skirts from tomorrow~" Laughing, Christian looks down and sighs "Now take your clothes off."

"We will!?" Forming a big smile, Eva asks quickly.

"Just once and I'll be quick."

"Heh, so much you refused and you can't resist me either" Laughing arrogantly, Eva stood up and darkened the windows, then began to quickly remove her clothes.

"Who says that's why?"

"And why would you accept then?"

"You don't even see my leg? You ended up wetting it with your dirty fluids, I have to change my clothes if I have to."

"..."

...

After a quick sex session in the office and another one in the shower, Christian put on another one of his suits and left quickly with Leslie to the studio, to give the typical greetings and deny the option to make up.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* *Knock*.

"We'll start the recording, are you ready?"

"Do I go in after the start or from the start?"

"From the beginning"

"I'll be right there" Finishing his hair, Christian looked at himself in front of the big mirror and nodded, then turned to read the sign "Sunset Show... a casual interview program with different people in the world, actors, singers, politicians, millionaires, and even activists... it was recommended to me by White Lion, but apparently they are interested in 'Lucifer'."

Looking at the paper with the questions he might be asked, Christian chuckled slightly and stood up "I'm sure they'll come up with something weird to end up making me uncomfortable, but let's play along."

Putting his things away, Christian adjusts his shirt collar and looks at the small microphone hidden between the first button, then sighs and leaves the place.

"Let me help you with the microphones" Standing still next to the door, a man of about 35 years old spoke respectfully, while in his hands he carried a long cable with with with the sound receiver in his hands.

"Go ahead" Smiling slightly, Christian nodded and received the microphone, then tucked it under his shirt and placed the receiver in the belt of his suit "Like this?"

"Perfect" Nodding, the man turned and spoke "Follow me, I'll take you to the studio".

"Mn"

Walking quietly around the place, Christian managed to see several women and men running around the area, showing how hectic life is behind the scenes on these types of shows.

"Come in, Ms. Emma is waiting for you in the studio" Standing still by the door, the man spoke.

"Thank you" Entering the place, Christian steps onto the stage and sees a rather comfortable environment.

Two long brown sofas, some plants on the sides and fake walls with a homely background, while in front of the stage, he sees several seats full of audience who instantly looked at Christian in silence.

Smiling slightly towards the audience, Christian walks towards the sofa and looks at the woman who came to greet him.

"Nice to talk to you, I'm Emma Smith, I'll be doing your interview today" Smiling professionally, Emma spoke.

"My pleasure" Nodding towards Emma, Christian looks at the couches and speaks "Where will I sit?"

"Across from me if possible"

"Mn" Walking over to the couch, Christian sits down and rests one leg on the other, then looks at the multiple spotlights above him and mutters "This is so uncomfortable..."

"Did you read the questions?" sitting down across from Christian, Emma crossed her legs and asked with a smile.

"Yes, but I don't really find them necessary, just ask whatever you want and I'll answer if I want to."

"That would be much more comfortable, but I'll still ask you some of the script."

"As you wish" Looking at his watch, Christian asked "How soon does it start?"

"About 5 minutes"

"I was looking at the script, and there were parts where they talked about improvising certain things, can I know what that's about?"

"It's just going to be calls from the audience or questions from the audience, but if you don't want to, we can cancel it."

"It's okay, they're just questions" Looking at the woman in front of him, Christian asked "Have you been in this job long?"

"I've been a reporter for over 20 years now, but a few months ago I managed to get my own show" Looking at Christian with a twinkle in her eye, Emma continued "Although who knows, most likely in the future I'll manage to take the CEO position at this company"

"Those are great words, she looks confident" Smiling slightly, Christian ignored the scan on his body by this woman and thought 'She's already like 40 years old... at first she acted normally and could even keep her composure, but look at her now, I can feel how the old lady eats me with her eyes.

"Confidence is necessary to achieve great things, I can say it's my best trait."

"I see, I wish you luck in your ambitions" Smiling slightly, Christian cut the pompous talk short and turned his gaze to the audience "They are hired by the studio?"

"No, they are real audience."

"Why are they so quiet?"

"If they talk too loud, they'll be kicked out, it's an iron rule here."

"I see."

"We start in 1 minute!"

Hearing the recording director's shout, Christian nodded and smiled at Emma "Let's have a good talk"

"I assure you it will be"

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"On the air!"

"Hello everyone...-" Smiling warmly towards the camera, Emma gave her typical introduction and took it upon herself to introduce today's interviewee "Today we have Lucifer Mornigstar or better known as Christian Grey!"

"Hello everyone" Showing his teeth with his smile, Christian waved his hand towards the camera and saluted.

"A young man who has many facets, entrepreneur, artist, activist, writer, scientist, mathematician and much more!" Looking at Christian with a big smile, Emma asked "Anything we are missing to add?"

"At the end of the month I will release my first music album, so I can also now be considered a musician."

"You're releasing a music album?" Raising her eyebrows as if she didn't know, Emma continued "I'm sure that much of the world has heard the songs you composed as a child, great artists have sung it on many stages, especially your song 'Imagine', it certainly became a world icon".

"It really had that impact?" Raising his eyebrows, Christian asked.

"You don't know?"

"I don't usually have time to go through that... I guess I should spend at least a few minutes on it."

"No doubt being a genius isn't easy" Chuckling slightly, Emma leaned in slightly and asked with interest "Lucifer, I have a somewhat personal question, I don't know if it's possible for you to answer me?"

"Just ask"

"How is it that an innocent little boy who sang something as beautiful as 'Imagine', today ends up self-proclaiming himself as Lucifer Morningstar or rather known as Satan?"

"That's not a bad question" Smiling slightly, Christian looks down for a few seconds and sighs "Unfortunately it's not something I can answer for you"

"That's a pity" With a disappointed tone, Emma answered, then regained her smile and asked again "Lucifer, may I know what hell is like? I think many are interested in that."

'So they want to ridicule me' Smiling slightly, Christian asked "Do you have something to draw on and a pencil?"

"Sure I do" Turning her gaze to the staff, Emma nodded with a smile.

"Here it is" Not even 30 seconds passed, and a woman quickly brought a notebook with a graphite pencil.

"Thank you" Taking the notebook, Christian reached for a free sheet of paper and began to draw quickly "Hell, Mrs. Emma, it really exists."

"Isn't it obvious? It's your home"

"Exactly, but I'm not talking about your mockery, it really exists" Losing his smile, Christian looks up and speaks seriously, while his hand never stopped drawing "But it's not underground as many believe nor much less in heaven or something cimilar...hell is a separate planet in a different place"

"That's interesting" Raising her eyebrows, Emma asked "And where would it be on that planet?"

"I can only tell you that it's not in this galaxy" Suddenly laughing, Christian looked down at his drawing, then lifted his notebook and turned it to Emma "What do you see here?"

"That that..." Bringing her face close to the notebook, Emma looked at the strange drawing and spoke "A castle and a big throne behind it?"

"It's the Morningstar palace, the throne is mine."

"Why would you want such a big throne?"

"Who knows" Smiling slightly, Christian pointed his finger at the writing on the wall of his drawing "Do you know what that is?"

"Some geroglyphic?"

"Yes and no, it's universal language."

"Universal language?"

"In existence, most races speak the same language" Turning the page, Christian began to draw quickly and looked at Emma "That language is the first to be created by the goddess... it has different names in this world, some call it Enochian and others call it the language of the gods..."

"And why is the language of the angels in hell?"

"Because the demonic language and the angelic language is the same, I told you it was the first language to be created."

"That's funny, I've never heard anything like that."

"I'm sure a lot of crazy fanatics must be fuming with anger right now" Laughing lightly, Christian finished his drawing and showed it to Emma "What is this?"

"That's..." Frowning slightly, Emma asked "A being of flesh... eyes hang like a necklace and it seems to have a pig's nose..."

"That's how humans see demons or any other race in existence."

"That's a demon?"

"Yes and no" Switching sheets, Christian started drawing again "Humans were not made to connect with the rest of existence, their existence was created to be isolated and evolve... that being of flesh as you said, actually has a very different form, but the human is chained."

"Chained?"

"Yes, I already told you that the human is not made to connect with the rest of existence... they have limits that will present themselves when they see other beings... for example if you see a demon, you won't be able to see its true form and instead you will see the most grotesque thing your mind can imagine..."

"Why would they do that?"

"To prevent the human from wanting to get close to other races... it is a limitation to you."

"Here is a more exterior view of the palace" Showing his last finished drawing, Christian handed the notebook to Emma and smiled "If I were you I would familiarize myself in hell".

"Are you saying I'm going to hell?" Chuckling slightly, Emma asked with interest.

"Yes."

"..."

"You're going to hell" Losing his smile, Christian stared into Emma's eyes and continued "But not because you've committed great crimes, but because in this universe everyone goes to hell."

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Edited By: YASH_MATHUR

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