"I can remove the mark, but it will be painful. Excruciating, even. I don't think I could do that to-" Sorcha started to protest, but the pixie cut her off.<br/>"No, Sorcha, you must do this for me or I will just try to remove it myself. You know how I can get when I set my mind to something." She put her hands on her shapely hips in a stance that left no room for arguments.<br/>Sorcha sighed, resigned to help her friend no matter the consequence; she would regret it later, perhaps, but Vivian needed this now. "Alright, alright, I will do the Removal, just let me prepare for it. In the meanwhile, come with me, remove your clothes and lie in the middle of the floor." She led Vivian into the next room over and instructed her on where to lay.<br/><br/>Vivian did as she was told, watching as Sorcha drew a salt circle around her, placing five candles on the salt lines perfectly spaced apart. A candle for each element, including a dark purple one for Spirit. As the Dark Witch drew various runes and signs on the floor, she began chanting in Irish; suddenly an athame and ritual goblet appeared in her hands, burning with a fierce golden light.<br/><br/>It started as a dull burn that quickly turned into an agonizing inferno, making her marked hand feel charred to ash. She screamed as her whole body was engulfed in an internal blaze, pulling her up off the floor in suffocating grip. She felt a part of her spirit pushed out of her body, and she stood outside of everything, staring in horror at what was happening to her. This out-of-body experience didn't last long, though, before the fractal piece of her soul was sucked into the Dream World once more. She cursed loudly as she was thrown on her arse, naked and unable to conjure clothes because she had no magic the way she was.