The Soul Experiments

A pale boney hand runs across raven black feathers, on a pair of beautifully broad wings. The wings shiver at the touch. You could hear soft sobs, the feathers tighten up on the skin they hung on. The hand soon gripped on the feathers, rubbing each one with his thumb and forefinger, the quiet sobs turn into violent ones as the pair of broad wings shake underneath the demon's touch. A demonic crack sounds louder than the sobs as the feathers start to fall from the wings, gracefully falling to the ground. The demon crackles with delight, harshly pulling at the feathers again, soon he would once again feel the delicate feathers against his fingertips, the stiff wings like brittle sticks to his fingertips, the winged Dhakira helpless. No words are spoken, until the Demon finally utters, "My my....how pretty your wings are Khasis..." No words escaped the Dhakira, only violent sobs.