Exit The Skin Palace (Chapter 49)

     Once her hand was on the Hangman, it stayed on the Hangman.  She squeezed the creature's throat.  The wings shuddered.  The claws at the end of the wings feebly went after the dead woman's hand.  The matriarch's other hand approached the Hangman's face and then seemed not so much as to take hold, but to sink in, gouging the black tarry mask, squeezing so hard the mask oozed on out between her fingers.