He blinked as the camera flashes blinded him. He wasn’t fond of light, but he liked standing in it.

A reporter approached him. She turned to the camera. “Here we are with the infamous Lucifer at his new premiere. Lucifer, you’ve taken over Hollywood in such a short time. What do you think of your success?”

He pursed his lips. “I wouldn’t say I’m a complete sucess. You’re not a success ‘til you’re at the top, yes?”

“You don’t think you’ve reached the top?”

“Not yet. But Hollywood has helped me immensely.”

“Why do you think your work is so popular?”

“My work reflects peoples’ deepest desires and thoughts.” he said, stroking his chin. “Why don’t we just embrace what we really are? My audience agrees with this philosophy.”

“How freeing!” the reporter praised.

“Yes, most like to think so.”

“Now, you’ve been called ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ by magazines for years now. What’s your response to this?”

He shrugged and turned to face his red carpet. “You should have seen my reviews before Hollywood.”