Mairi lifts her hands, glowing a greenish-white, to Vika's chest, letting her fingertips glance over the dark sludge. It dries up, flaking and peeling away, but as it does Mairi can feel the hateful energy radiating off of it. Infernal. Not too different from how infernal energy feels at home, though a little to the left, if that makes any sense at all.

"...What did you have to do to get this?"