Dorian felt frustrated, angry with the rest of the villagers for not being heard out on her cases. High on mushrooms and desperate, she started relying on the things that were not meant to be said, stacking ambiguities upon ambiguities, lies among truths.
Either you get lynched or I say why I know that your scum~ die for it and the day ends!
As she said this and that, a curse placed upon her started to do its work. Pain seemed to strangle her heart, and with a choked voice, she continued pushing the boundaries, attempting to fight her fate by means of rhetoric and loophole. And although it was frowned upon by the gods above, she could have succeeded in her act, if not for this fateful sentence:
wouldn't I de facto claiming it if I said ?yes??^^; The ice I stand on right now is already thin enough without such questions!^^;;
After this utterance, she started bleeding profusely from her eyes, and unable to withstand the pain, she took off her council mask and covered them, trying to stem the bleeding.
At first, the villagers were ecstatic at the sight of her blond hair and witch's hat, almost forgetting their ordeal, for Marisa Kirasame was a rather welcome figure among town. She had gone missing a few months before, beyond all sight and sound, and town were rather concerned at what she was going through.
But when they took her hands off her eyes, they saw that her irises were glowing bright red, the unmistakable mark of a
vampire. And town, hearing hateful whispers in their heads, were suddenly sent into a frenzy, as if under a spell. Immediately, they set her up upon the lynching pole and stuff, forgetting their friendship as Marisa pleaded hers. Only a few were able to keep a clear head through the curse of the damned, but they could not withstand the onrush of negative sentiment, and well, that's all anyone remembers as the rope was pulled up high.
Marisa Kirasame, Town Mycologist, remembering quiet days of the past amidst the hateful shouts and screams, soon stopped breathing, and was no more.
