Also. It might just be me, but Torhu the Destroyer sounds a little bit like the Summoning Dark.
Believe it or not, that wasn’t intentional on my part. (Though subconsciously…yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised.)
There is a modified Discworld line in this fic, though. ;) Bonus points to anyone who spots it.
(And….now I’m imagining the final showdown with Palpatine in some SW/Discworld fusion universe. Palps is expecting his broken down current apprentice, the boy who will shortly be his new apprentice, and the girl Vader’s bringing as collateral. What he gets is three Skywalkers and…something else.
A deep and terrible darkness consumes everything in the room, but it’s not like any darkness Palpatine has ever known. This darkness is alive. It’s breathing.
The emergency lights flicker on. Palpatine finds that his guards are sprawled out on the floor, dead. Their bodies form a pattern, something almost like a distorted skull, almost but not quite like Vader’s mask.
Vader doesn’t look cowed. Skywalker doesn’t look afraid. Actually, neither of them are looking at Palpatine at all. They’re both looking at the girl.
There’s something ancient and terrible in her face. Something older than the dead hearts of stars, and far hungrier.
Her eyes stare unblinking at Palpatine, and he can see them burning.
“Who are you?” he asks, and tells himself that what he feels is not fear.
The girl speaks in a voice like the last echo of the heat death of universes. “I am Alderaan,” she says. “I am the dead who do not forget.” She steps forward, and Palpatine steps back. “I am vengeance.”)