Demons normally lived a simple life . Making deals , stealing souls , feeding off of pain and fear . Todoroki , despite begging how young he is — in demon years — has made quite the living . He owns a club where most of his deal making takes place . Most of the people who come in are looking for wealth or power , the usual things desperate people want , but if they can’t hold up their end of the deal they get added to his collection of souls .
He’s had his eye on one person in particular , the entertainment for his club , a certain green haired boy who’s trying to make a living with ‘ magic ’ , and by magic I mean the type of magic that parents hire for their four year old’s birthday party — pulling a rabbit out of a hat — that kind of magic .
Every night he watches him try to impress the crowd , every night he watches him fail . He finds that entertaining in itself .
It was another night in the club . Todoroki sat in one of the dark booths in the back , waiting for the show to start . The same seat he sat in every time . As if on cue , the curtains opened , revealing the green haired boy wearing a white button down shirt . The lights were on him , everywhere else in the club was dimmed . Once more , he tried doing the same tricks as always . Soon the crowd got annoyed and began to throw anything and everything at him , chasing him off the stage . The curtains closed .
Behind the curtains , he let out a sigh , hanging his head in defeat . A loud creak was heard from somewhere next to him . Being the curious boy he was , he began to look around for where the noise came from . The source of the noise being a door that he never noticed . He hesitated before peaking his head into the room . He couldn’t see much due to the darkness but he stepped in anyways , taking a couple steps away from the door . He heard the creaking again , he turned around only to see the door closing on its own .
“ oh dear . . . ” his voice cracked in the middle of speaking . He’s seen enough movies to know that if he tried opening the door that it wouldn’t open . Suddenly there seemed to be more light in the room , it was a dim red tint but it was enough to see what was in there .
Various items that you wouldn’t normally see in the back room of a club . Things in jars , shelves full of books , tiny tubes with liquid of different colors in them , many dolls of sorts - dolls that looked to realistic to be porcelain or plastic . As he walked around , trying his best to be quiet but it’s hard when the wooden floorboards are squeaking with every step , he stumbled across a wooden table with patterns engraved into the old dark wood , some of the patterns almost looked like symbols or some language he wasn’t familiar with . He found a book . It was old , the pages were yellow and wrinkled and the leather cover was wrinkled and peeling . He picked up the book , as if it might fall apart if he wasn’t careful and flipped open the cover to the first page :
『 BOOK
OF
PHANTOM 』
Was what was written . Continuing to flip through the pages , he found pages with drawings of items and descriptions , things that looked like they possessed some sort of power , and pages with explanations of spells .
“ Perfect ! I can use this ! ” he studied and practiced the spells for a while , at least twenty minutes which was enough for him to remember five spells . Glancing around the room once more , he shoved the book in his back pants pocket before running a hand through his hair and making his way out of the room , making sure to close the door behind him so no one would suspect anything .
For the second time tonight , he made his way back on stage . A few people who stayed to see the show rolled their eyes , resisting the urge to make a comment while the newcomers stayed mostly quiet except for the few who shared whispers between each other about what they thought he would be doing .
Taking a deep breath , he created a fireball in his hand , looking shocked himself for doing it . He threw it downwards to the stage , making it disappear before it fully hit the stage . The reactions from the crowd was surprising to say the least . He tried a few more things which earned great reactions . Little did he fail to notice the pair of eyes all the way in the dark corner of the club staring at him . Todoroki recognized that spell . It was his spell . His smirk that was once plastered on his lips now turned to a frown . He made a swirling motion with his hand and disappeared in a cloud of red smoke .
He teleported himself to the door that leads to the back room . With rage behind his actions , he threw open the door to the room , looking around and examining everything . The main thing he was looking for ; his spell book . It was gone . That little bastard took it . Now he was angry . Running a hand through his half red and black hair , he glanced at himself in the mirror on the wall . Catching his own face in the mirror , he walked over to stare at himself . His half and half hair . His heterochromia eyes ; one being gray and the other being a turquoise . His red button down shirt with a black vest . His scar on the left side of his face . His dragon claw scepter that held a glass orb , red and black smoke swirling around inside . He hated his left side , everything about it disgusted him . It reminded him to much of his father . He changed his thought process after noticing his left eye twitching . He balled his hand into a fist and punched the glass while looking at the ground . Soon enough , blood began to drip down the creases of his fingers . He shook it off as if nothing happened and teleported himself back to the seat he was in before just in time to see the boy set the curtains on fire and trying to put them out and failing . . . miserably before running backstage again . With a snap of his fingers , Todoroki fixed the curtains .
The multi-colored haired male made his way to his ‘ study ’ room , making sure to use a spell to lure the green haired boy there .
Within a couple minutes of him sitting down , the boy slowly walked into the room with a nervous smile . Todoroki motioned for him to sit at the opposite side end of the table and slid an ink bottle with a quill to him .
“ I’ve been watching you . ”
The boy didn’t answer , he looked down at his lap and picked at his nails . He was tense . Then again he had every right to be .
“ Relax , don’t look so wary . The pain’s only temporary , ” by ‘ pain ’ he was talking about him failing at entertaining the audience . He was in pain . He tried his best yet somehow managed to fail and set the curtains on fire .
“ I - I’m sorry about the curtains . ”
“ It’s fixed , don’t worry about it . I’ve noticed that you stole my book . ”
“ Y - You’re Phantom ? ! ”
“ Mhm . I am . Though that’s just the name I go by . My name is actually Todoroki . ”
“ Why are you telling me this ? Wouldn’t you want to keep that a secret ? ”
“ Well Izuku , I trust you , you don’t exact seem like the person who has enough friends to tell someone this story . ” he stood from his seat , walking over to one of the shelves and grabbing a a scroll of some sort , “ you want to put on a good show , right ? Sign this , ” after sitting back down he rolled out the scroll .
“ How do you know my name ? ”
“ Oh I know everything about you . Are you going to sign this or not ? ”
“ So . . . If I sign this , I can put on the perfect show ? ”
“ Kid , if you sign , you’ll give them a show they will never forget , ” he said with a smirk .
Izuku took a moment to think . Hesitantly , he grabbed the quill and began to sign his name on the old paper .
“ Go out there , go get em kid ! ”
Izuku smiles and ran out of the room and back to the stage for the third time that night . This time the show went perfect , just as expected . Todoroki took his seat back in his booth , his smirk returning as he watched the show . Moments later the show ended . Everyone applauded him which earned a smile to play on his features . The finale was in play now ; he used the last of his power to make himself disappear . When he reappeared, everything seemed . . . bigger . He looked around to realize he was stuck in something , something glass . He started to scream for someone to let him out but no one heard .
Todoroki stares at his scepter , slowly dragging his fingers against one of the claws and watching the small boy scream and cry , trying to get out .
Just another soul to add to his collection .
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I was inspired by a music video by NateWantsToBattle - I don’t like him as a person but I do like some of his songs and I really liked this concept . I also like the idea of Villain Todoroki with black and red hair .
