The familiar body of the larger demon came into view and suddenly snapped his jumbled thoughts back into focus. Right, he had been kicked in the head. Mack had been wondering if he had woken up in hell, but the appearance of his least favorite fire demon confirmed it. He tensed as the larger demon advanced, awkwardly pulling himself into a half upright position so he could meet him in the eyes. His side screamed in protest.<br/><br/>The demon started speaking, and the small demon was taken aback. It was strange to hear the familiar sounds come out of the demon's mouth, but for some reason understanding their meaning this time. Still, the words didn't make much sense. He brought him here?<span style="font-style: italic">Congratulations???</span><br/><br/>He looked at the larger demon suspiciously as the larger demon indicated his wings, taking a while to realize that he was referring to Mack's wings, or rather lack thereof. The twisted stumps on Mack's back had been there for as long as he could remember, and he rarely thought of them. It wasn't that emotional a story for him, but Mack wasn't feeling entirely willing to tell to the demon who had been trying to kill him for the past few months.<br/><br/>Instead, wondering if the communication worked both ways, Mack asked, "Where am I?" He was going to ask why he hadn't been killed yet, but he figured it would be better not to ask that.