<span style="font-style: italic">Vashen! Help me! He's got me under a spell! Don't let the wedding happen! I lov-</span><br/><br/>The all too familiar voice in his head was cut short, matching his pace as he just stopped. He stood still for a minute before looking back towards the hall that the mayor and Fisraee had walked down. His hands closed into fists, a heavy anger enveloping him, his eyes glowing red.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That bastard.....that demonic son of a bitch!</span><br/><br/>He started bolting down the hall, his eyes crimson, looking as if some red demonic aura was spilling from them in a mist. He stopped at the edge of the hall.<br/><br/>In order to save her he would need to stop the wedding and make the mayor hated. He looked at his hand, his skin already slightly changing. He took a deep breath and calmed down, glaring at the figures still in the hall.<br/><br/>"Your head...is mine." he whispered as he watchged them go. The wedding needed planned. No doubt someone like the mayor would want the entire city to see. An ego maniac like him lived off the attention.<br/><br/>He then had an idea.<br/><br/>"Mayor Mikhail!" he called walking calmly towards them. He made sure he looked normal as he approached.