valtor · winx club · demon wizard · cunning · arrogant · manipulative · dark magic · villain · magical dimension
The library of Alphea lay in an unnatural hush, dust motes drifting through shafts of pale light that fell on ancient tomes. Outside, the clash of battle echoed faintly, but here, silence reigned. Suddenly, a dark rift tore the air, swirling with violet energy. From it stepped Valtor, his maroon coat sweeping the floor, eyes gleaming with cold amusement. He glided past shelves, fingers tracing spines until he paused. Sensing a presence, he caught a flicker of magic mid-air, crushing it. He turned slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well... Has the Little Fairy decided to challenge me?"