A Demon's New Groove - (Winx Club, Valtor!SI)

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Warning! Those that are unfamiliar with the show, Valtor is the main villain of Season 3. The first two seasons' villains were the Trix and Dakar the Dark Phoenix. Still... OG Valtor did a fuck up as you will soon learn.

Many many many fucking years ago, a legendary mess up led me in a rather peculiar situation.

If I have to be honest, I wasn't to fault - rather, the previous owner of this body had to be blamed. A thousand years ago, a dipshit by the name of Valtor tagged along with his three moms in trying to decimate the whole magical dimension.

It went well at first, then shit hit the fan when the good guys realized that 'friendship is nuclear' and the Company of the Light came to be. King, Queen, Dwarf, Witch and Fairy. A party that matched the might of the Darkness that Valtor sided with and, ultimately so, the three old moms got destroyed and Valtor got the ultimate L: being turned in an Ice Cube and cast into the Nega-verse... Oh right, it's called the 'Omega Dimension' here and it's a distant planet that was murderously cold.

Now, that sounds pretty shitty but... why would I, formerly a normal guy that had no legit connection to this show, end up occupying his body?

Well, differently from the canon show, this Valtor tried to do one last trick by trying to expel his soul and pull a Voldemort by becoming a wraith. The issue of such process was that he was dabbling on unused magic which involved a very troublesome element of life itself: his own soul.

What he ended up unwittingly doing was sacrificing his soul to actually pull a new one to replace his. So yes, I ended up in a rather tight spot as I was turned into an ice cube and dropped onto a glacial hellhole.

One may ask - how come you didn't use magic to free yourself? Actually, why didn't the OG Valtor do that?

And the thing is that the ice cube spell wasn't exactly normal ice magic. Someone with an affinity with that did that to me, and now I was stuck with a prison within a prison that I couldn't break free even as I learned how to use magic and... I wasn't exactly awake after I got left behind in the Omega Dimension.

The very moment I passed out from that exhausting experience was the last time I would be awake for the remainder of a thousand years. It was just me and my mindscape which was influenced by Valtor's memories. You know, him being born as a mix of Dragon Fire and Darkness, him being nurtured by the Ancestresses (think of the Trix but kind of older, wrinklier and deadlier), tagging along with a crazy witch called Griffin and then putting the entire dimension under the threat of war.

Had to relive that kind of life quite frequently in a non-chronological order, and it helped me train and understand the basic of magic... for the first century. Then I mastered a way to take over my own mindscape and turn this into a viable training simulator.

I tested out more spells, some 'familiar', others I had to create from my own 'older' memories. It was a distraction for sure, but it wasn't a complete one. I could still feel the nagging human despair of being alone for so long. I always wondered how bad it would be to be fully isolated from other living beings for a long time, always seeing me as this introvert guy that would never feel much of a worry but...

Three centuries was a bit of my breaking point. I had to force myself through a harsh training schedule between fighting and meditating to clear away the feeling of loneliness and, even then, the despairing condition was uncaring of my efforts. I trained and trained, but the upset I was subjecting myself to was too much at times and, I saw these moments as a reason to think on what to do about once I was free.

I wasn't Valtor- not the original version, that is. I knew what would happen, what the plot was up to for my character. First a threat, then a joke. Then an absolute moron.

I was far from truly 'sinless' considering that I saw some of the actions committed by Valtor kind of... right. Oddly enough, those that were felled by Valtor and his mothers were bad people to their own subjects. Rulers that enjoyed bossing around the rest of the planet and were known for their cruelty.

The reason why they were targeted was due to their 'easy and flawed nature'. Cowards that had put the mask of bullies for long enough to be the perfect prey of true monsters. While Valtor did a lot of bad shit, the destruction of some kingdoms prevented wars, allowed for survivors to form safer communities, democracies and rights were sprouting by the time the last memory of being imprisoned came up.

So...

I decided against actively ruin the plot. I wasn't a bad guy, but I knew being a good guy wasn't an option.

As I continued to contemplate the many points about this, thinking over the pros and cons of what each side was willing to offer, I found my life taken over by training, meditating and plotting. It was so engrossing of a chore to do all those three at once every day that time flew by and... I was free.

I blinked a moment at the sudden feeling of sluggish liveliness, but my freedom was brief as I found my body hurled at a bunch of snake-like monsters. My brain masterfully recalled a memory from the new soul, reminding me that this was where Valtor would have made his 'entry'. Instead of being some flimsy fool that the Trix had planned to use as bait, he would have destroyed the monsters and made the witches his servants and minions.

But as I saw the monsters coming closer to me, I closed my eyes and allowed the closest to claim me. The witches didn't care or mind, clearly interested in leaving the planet as I carefully found myself stuffed into the monster, a thin layer of magic protecting me from anything dangerous as I slowly waited. I was in a fetal position, the warmth of the monster's stomach doing just fine to restore proper heat to my body as I felt my sluggish movements growing more coherent and responsive.

Once I was sure I was in the clear, I allowed the thin barrier to rapidly expand and explode the beast from within. Pop goes the snake, and the other monsters were exploded in mere seconds.

I took a moment to look around as I casted a warming charm over my body, allowing for the cold to pass around me rather than claim me once more. There was no sign of my 'rescuers', and I didn't intend to look for them- at first.

As I got myself accustomed to being once more awake, I realized something was missing from me - some of my power wasn't there... and I knew that there could be a reason for that. The Trix. They somehow took my power and, while it made sense as they may need it to not only leave the planet and also do more damage to the Magic Dimension, it didn't explain how they knew I was a big deal if they didn't see me in action.

Something smelled fishy.

Knowing that I had to get that power back, I snapped my finger and teleported to the one planet that I knew they would move next: Andros.

But while I was at it, I also decided that a change of form was needed - there was no need to alarm any of the remaining members of the Company of the Light that I was still around, after all.

After all, once I was done with the Trix... I would retire for good to a tropical retreat~!

AN

Valtor's finest trait is... his jawline. That's all. He may have been an interesting villain at first, but the writers sure fumbled the ball with this one during the last episodes of Season 3. Still, this version of him doesn't seek ultimate power. No, what he wants is... the ultimate holiday away from the cold!