Father pouted slightly but shrugged and grabbed something off of a tray with a delighted smile. He waved the scalpel in Lilith's face, giggling as her eyes widened and she thrashed around in her bonds, hisses and snarls escaping her as she glared daggers at the crazed man. "You touch me and I will tear your eyeballs out and make you eat them!" She growled. Father merely smiled. "Brave words coming from a helpless little girl strapped in metal bonds to a table." He said cheerfully, pushing his glasses further up his nose and he peered down at the demon girl. 

"What color is your blood little girl? We'll find out soon enough." He whispered then got to work. He rested the edge of the blade gently against the knuckle of her ring finger, making her tense. He laughed once more before he pressed down hard with the blade, moving it back and forth as he broke the skin. Lilith gasped and tried to jerk her hand away but was unable to. Father continued to move the knife back and forth, listening as Lilith's gasps turned into cries which then turned in screams as he reached bone and began sawing the blade back and forth. Blood ran down the table and dripped off the edge, soon pooling on the floor besides the mans feet.

When Father eventually cut off through the remaining skin and the finger fell and landed on the floor, Lilith was whimpering and gasping, body twitching as tears streamed down her face. Father adjusted his glasses, smearing blood on the frames and his cheek. "Well, it seems your blood is the same as the rest of ours, how boring." He stated as he circled the table and rested the bloody knife against the demon girls right ring finger. Lilith shook her head weakly before she closed her eyes, took weak to hold onto her control over the body. The violet hair darkened the brown and when the eyes opened again they were no longer a bright red but a bright blue. 

The left ring finger remained a bloody stump, the wings, eyes, and hair being the only things that changed with the soul swap. Layla whimpered, gazing up at the man with pleading, tear-filled eyes. "P-Please..P-Please d-don't.." She cried but she was ignored and the process began again. This time however the screams were higher in pitch and louder, the angel being more susceptible to the pain than Lilith had been. When the finger dropped to the floor to join its partner, Layla was unable to scream anymore, her voice hoarse. Father set the bloody tool aside and examined the girl. Her eyes were closed and little whimpers and moans of pain would escape her as her chest rose and fell rapidly.