The blade cut across the base of my wings. I trembled, tempted to cry out in pain, but it was no use. The loss of my wings was going to remain forever gone. The lost of my freedom as an Agerhe.

"Have you learned your lesson, you little cunt?" asked the demon, laughing. I jerked upward, the curse word cutting into my pureness. The knife dug deeper into the already blood stained feathers and I screamed.

Another demon grabbed my mouth, holding down the song of destruction that played on my lips. I nipped his palm, a coppery sulfur tasting liquid filling my mouth. He jerked away, hitting the back of my head with his good hand. 

I tore away from the other demon, my wing colliding against my body, as if it were a scared child. I touched the cut, repairing as I glared up at the two demons. 

"Do you find pride in this?" I asked, my anger turning my eyes black. My black wings rose, shadowing the demon's from Hell's light. The looked at each other before running. I ran over the cliff, extending my wings. Wind and light rippled along my skin in blinding speed.