"The Doctor lives his life in darker hues; day upon day. And he will have other names before the end: The Storm. The Beast. The Valeyard." - The Great Intelligence (Name Of The Doctor)
I was born within the fire.
The fire of hate and death you chose to enflame yourself within, knowing the consequences of your path. The darkness within you grows every minute of your aged life; ever dark moment and decision you carry out, declaring what you do is just, unknowing of what is to come from this 'righteous' path you claim to be a part of.
They hail you a hero, their beloved saviour of worlds, the conqueror of the dark, the oncoming storm, fierce in your misguided determination and self-sacrifice for all innocent life within the universe. But you forget; no one is truly innocent. Ask those damaged and salvaging from the remains of the Time War, those deranged and hurting other species for their own safety and gains. And yet you protect them, their ancestors and grandchildren, simply out of justice?
Your enemies fear you, as they should. Despite your childlike and self-absorbed attitude; your mercy only gets you so far in the grand scheme of things. You stirred me from my slumber at the beginning of your arrogant triumph; upon that planet full of nothing but red sand as remains to a great race once dwelling there long ago. I am grateful for that; your rage is like fire, and it was that fire that births and nurtures until the day of my inevitable ascendance.
Tell me, Doctor, who is one's true worst enemy but their self?
Now here you stand, within your precious TARDIS, lonely once again, fisting your complex console in anger and frustration over the deception of someone you should have known was lying from the beginning. You foolish man. Gallifrey is beyond your reach, we know this, yet your resolve refuses to die out. But without those worthless assistants of yours, to share that limiting compassion with, you nurture me more, unknowingly, feeding me with your grief, hatred, knowledge and, that which shall become your downfall, rage.
Yet you know, don't you Doctor? You try to stamp out the darkness within you, neglect its presence. But I'm here. I've always been here. That trial during your pompous incarnation proved that much. And one day, by the rage of your own or a foolish mistake by your own ingenuity, I will be free. Either way, I am the winner. Know thy name, Doctor, my creator and nuisance, for my triumph whispers in the back of your mind, birthed from the fire of rage:
The Valeyard Victorious…
Author's Note: My knowledge of this character is limited; I have yet to hear the audiobook from "Trial of the Valeyard." I simply decided to make this out of free time in college, a short drabble on this mysterious character with so much untapped potential. References to Trial of a Timelord, Waters of Mars and Death in Heaven. Hope you enjoyed!