Magnus was slowly coming around when he felt something hard hit his hand. It was enough to jar him fully awake, the dull throbbing from his back reminding him of what had happened. He shifted a bit, trying to see how much it was going to impair his movement and was relieved to find out it wasn't as bad as he had feared.

As he began to sit up he heard the voice calling down to him from up above his head. Looking up he was surprised to find someone up at the top. It shouldn't have surprised him though, he was sure his fall had made quite the loud sound, alerting anyone who happened to be near. Frowning at the size of the hole, he stood up, wincing as his torn wings pulsed from the involuntary stretch he had given them.They weren't bleeding as badly as before, but his back felt as if it was covered with drying blood. "Give me a damn minute would you? Geez I gotta get adjusted to being wingless you moron."

Magnus had never been known for being an angelic personality and had constantly gotten in trouble for his attitude. Angels don't talk that way, angels don't smirk, angels don't do this and do that. Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't allowed back into heaven. It was so boring there, he couldn't help but find things to do that would eventually get him into trouble.