Adrian is Azrael, and Azrael is Lucifer's mortal incarnate.
Azrael's eyes futtered open, but something was wrong… everywhere remained dark, much darker than he was used to. He was trapped in a dream, a memory that refused to fade. Golden brown eyes, like embers of fire gazed back at him from the mirror. His eyes… Lucifer's eyes; the one thing that reminded him of the power his immortal body once contained.
He stood in a grand hall, the ceiling lost in shadows, the walls adorned with tapestries that shimmered like silk. The air was hick with the scent of smoke and brimstone. Lucifer's heart pounded in his chest, arhythmic drumbeat that echoed through the hall.
