Phantom - Todoroki

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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 .

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