Uriel did not sleep, so he couldn't be woken up. However, he definitely noticed the overly loud music that crashed through the Manor, and winced. At first he chose to ignore it just like he could ignore coldness, for example. It worked. (The tiny musical part of him may have reacted to Israfel's voice by improving his hearing, but as far as he was concerned, this was not music, the opinions of most of the human world aside.)
Then, however, he registered a change in the lack of sound his senses were currently directing into his consciousness. Returning his hearing to about normal, he noticed that the music had been changed into something far less loud. Apparently somebody had interfered. Hmm.
Curiosity was one of his major traits. Therefore, he soon found himself walking towards the source of the noise (his mind still wasn't categorizing it as music). As he got nearer to the lobby he could sense several auras there. Two he vaguely recognized as belonging to his brother and Destruction -- somehow, he was not surprised in the least. Then there was a soul aura with a hint of magic in it -- a wizard or a witch, then -- and... And Adam. Ah, yes, Adam.
He opened the door and stared at the scene in front of him. Everything else he would have accepted easily -- even the fact that Wednesday had apparently misplaced his glass eye; after all, Destruction was around -- but seeing the Antichrist covered in red jelly was a bit too much even for him. "What exactly is going on here, if I may ask?" he asked in what he hoped was a calm voice, taking a step forward at the same time.
That was a mistake. The step, that is. His attention entirely on the other occupants of the room -- especially Adam -- he failed to notice the conveniently placed banana peel his foot was just about to land on. And did land on.
Angels are by nature graceful creatures. However, it is quite hard not to be about to fall when the floor -- or what's supposed to be the floor but has taken the form of a banana peel -- slides away from under your foot. As Uriel found the floor nearing his face too quickly to be comfortable his instincts did everything they could to keep him from completing the fall. It didn't work.
So, Uriel landed on his face on the floor, full angel wings spread wide, failed in their task of keeping him upright or at least slowing down his fall.
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Then, however, he registered a change in the lack of sound his senses were currently directing into his consciousness. Returning his hearing to about normal, he noticed that the music had been changed into something far less loud. Apparently somebody had interfered. Hmm.
Curiosity was one of his major traits. Therefore, he soon found himself walking towards the source of the noise (his mind still wasn't categorizing it as music). As he got nearer to the lobby he could sense several auras there. Two he vaguely recognized as belonging to his brother and Destruction -- somehow, he was not surprised in the least. Then there was a soul aura with a hint of magic in it -- a wizard or a witch, then -- and... And Adam. Ah, yes, Adam.
He opened the door and stared at the scene in front of him. Everything else he would have accepted easily -- even the fact that Wednesday had apparently misplaced his glass eye; after all, Destruction was around -- but seeing the Antichrist covered in red jelly was a bit too much even for him. "What exactly is going on here, if I may ask?" he asked in what he hoped was a calm voice, taking a step forward at the same time.
That was a mistake. The step, that is. His attention entirely on the other occupants of the room -- especially Adam -- he failed to notice the conveniently placed banana peel his foot was just about to land on. And did land on.
Angels are by nature graceful creatures. However, it is quite hard not to be about to fall when the floor -- or what's supposed to be the floor but has taken the form of a banana peel -- slides away from under your foot. As Uriel found the floor nearing his face too quickly to be comfortable his instincts did everything they could to keep him from completing the fall. It didn't work.
So, Uriel landed on his face on the floor, full angel wings spread wide, failed in their task of keeping him upright or at least slowing down his fall.