Ivan stirs awake. He's met with a blue sky dotted with clouds. Tall trees surround him. It seems he's in a clearing... A wound reminds him of his fall from Heaven. It stings, causing him to wince. His enormous white, soft, feathery wings, flutter, slowly tucking themselves back as Ivan stands with faint difficulty. The wound is on his hip bone. Oh, great. Wonderful. He winces again as he limps off into the forest. A rather large yet cozy-looking cottage mansion comes into view. Two stories tall, with a large garden to the left surrounded by a cobblestone gate, stables to the far right, a trail leading from the backyard and into the forest to his upper right, and much more. He's surprised and yet not surprised. He's come across humans with wealth like this before. But it still amazes him. He limps up to the house, up the stairs, and stops at the doors. His wings twitch, his holy light slowly fading from his time on Earth. He would still have his powers and remain a Seraphim, with his divine power, but the glow and a couple of powers would perhaps be eliminated. He waits for the door to open after he knocks.