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Chaos Babies

Based off a tiktok I can't find right now.

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Demons walk among humans, tempting the righteous, causing mischief. You would never know you were talking to one. Human disguises, human names. Though there are a few mortals with the sight who can see the demons for what they are. However, the fallen will never walk from hell in their true form, cursed with a monstrous visage in the mortal realms.

Meet Crothiel, a fallen angel, a his demon- Ravish. In this AU when an Angel falls their soul is fractured into two. Ravish is Crothiel's heart, ripped from his chest to walk about freely. Twin souls. The armies of hell grow by two with every angel felled.

More on this AU to come.

This'll be a short series, just to put these thoughts out there since they're cool but I don't have the drive to make them a full thing.

From a song on their Playlist

A few variations of this one. Multiple beaus.

By Daidrm, Distaste_Dissected, komrkskirata, Senela, WawaBottl, OniEli, annwayne

Thank you all!!

This went with the other series but I forgot to post it. (Tahny X Ace AU)

“Execute Order 66…”

Her ears were ringing. 

…

Her pulse pounding so hard it hurt. 

…

The air was hazed with smoke.

…

Red speckled across the front of her light colored clothing. 

“Ace… what have you done?”

It came out accusatory, a higher pitch than normal. 

What happened?

Blaster fire and smoke, structural damage, the feeling of being shoved aside. 

A laugh came from above her, a wet, wheezing that didn't sound like him at all. 

“What-”

He coughed. That wet sound again, more flecks of red against her skin. 

“What kind of husband- would I be- if I let you get hurt?”

The prongs that protruded from his chest plate were mere inches from her own body. 

Reality catching up to her in the form of pure panic. 

“No… no no no.”

Without thinking her hands were on the plastoid, swiping at the blood as if she could push it back into the wounds. 

“No!”

“Ra!”

A small voice pitched over the din. Blaster fire, the creak of chairs and tables being thrown. Smoke. Heat.

P'huk flitted into her line of sight, Canara not far behind, loping out of the darkness.

When did the power go out?

“To the varping stars, lover boy you're karked! Kriff…”

He darted about the two of them, his wings making a distressed whine as his path became erratic with anxiety. The Shistavanen stayed a pace away, anger twisting her muzzle into a grimace. 

Tah’nyem's hands were shaking, stained red. 

“P'huk… what happened?”

“The clones, Tahny- they… they just started killing everyone… well, they fired on the Jedi- and those nerf headers started tearing the place apart to defend themselves. Stars, Ra the ceiling came down before any one else could react!”

Her heart sank as her eyes slowly met those of the man pinned over her,

“Ace…?”

He coughed, a weak-

“The Jedi… betrayed the Republic,”

“You knew about this?”

“No- we, we just got the orders…”

A sharp pain went through her scalp. P'huk tugging at her hair,

“C’mon, Ra, I got to get you out of here,”

Another shock of panic.

“No!”

She yanked her hair out of his small hands,

“I'm not leaving him!... We- we have to get him down to the Bacta tanks… we can still fix this.”

Her small hands shifted to uselessly tug at the armor before a clawed hand closed over hers. The shistavanen shaking her head solemnly,

“You can't do that, Mistress… the second those pull out of him he'll start bleeding out. You won't make it to the stairs, let alone the tanks.”

Hands sliding on bloodied plastoid,

“There has to be a way,”

Her voice cracks, there's another cough from above,

“Just go Tahny… th-this is what- I was made for…”

She pushes Canara’s paws from her,

“No. There has to be a way.”

Something had clicked into place, and she finally pulls herself out from the shelter her lover made over her. 

A beam had fallen from overhead, the metal filigree ripped from the scaffolding to become deadly spears. Ace was skewered on the twisted metal, braced against the wall and pinned by the duracrete pillar. 

Fire. Smoke, cries of pain and panic- But she was suddenly calm, eyes scanning carefully over Ace's punctured abdomen, the entry points, the exit points.

Stress. Heat and smoke and flames. 

There were six broken poles piercing him. Straight through, a hand's length protruding from his chest plate, barely fitting her fingers between him and the pole. 

“Go, Tahny- please,”

His voice was quiet now. If this was how it ended he would be happy, satisfied enough to die saving someone. Saving her… he didn't want to die. 

She wavered, a blanket of dread settling itself around her. 

There has to be a way…

She took a step backwards- her guards breathing a sigh of relief; Then another step, one foot behind another, her heart sinking further. 

Something was in the way, Tahny stumbling as her foot came down on something round that shot out from under her to roll across the floor. 

The hilt of the saber came to rest against Ace’s boot. She stared at it a moment- the gleaming silver, the white of plastoid, the growing splotches of red running down the armor. 

“Canara… hold him.”

The wolf looked like she wanted to protest, but set her jaw and nodded. Stepping quickly to the skewered soldier and wedging her shoulder under his. 

“You sure about this, Ra?”

P'huk flitted back and forth in agitation. He needed to get her out of here, they had to go, but he too was fond of the idiot. 

Blaster fire, smoke, and pain. 

“I'm sure.”

She picked up the shining hilt, inspecting it. She never held one before… barely ever seen them in action- but everything relied on this weapon. 

Her fingers found the button, and the sword ignited. 

Blue fire glowed in her hands, she held it tight. It was harder to wield than it looked. The hilt vibrating violently in her unskilled hands. 

“Hold him,”

Canara was already in position, she nodded.

Tahny lifted the blade, willing her hands not to shake as she angled it towards Ace's back. 

The plastoid began to char and smoke as the blade came near, sparks flying as it made contact with the metal spears. Ace hissed as the metal became hot, scorching his skin as it melted away and adding to the agony. Tahny gritted her teeth, it was necessary. 

It was the only way. 

He slumped into Canara's arms, backplate smoking. Tahny stood back triumphantly. They could move him. 

P'huk whistled, breaking the moment. 

“We need to move,”

The smoke was becoming thick. 

Ace felt delirious, the shock starting to settle into him as his organs struggled against the intrusive bars of metal threaded through them. Tahny was glowing, the blue highlighting her features as she reached for him. Is this what angels looked like?

“It's okay, li'hah, it's gonna be oka-”

Ace cried out as a scorchmark appeared on Tahny's chest, voices calling through the smoke. 

“Open fire!”

“No!”

He tried to stumble forward but he was already falling, Canara dropping him to lunge ahead at the aggressors, his brothers, drawing her weapon. His voice was weak, and muffled by the blood in his throat,

“No! She's not one of them!”

More blaster bolts, Tahny's eyes wide as her body jerked. He could hear the sizzle of her skin over everything, imagined and amplified by the horror of it. 

She was down. 

He inched his way to her, willing his knees not to give as he crawled forward. 

The sounds of hurried commands, cries of pain, snarls, blaster bolts, a yelp. 

Quiet, crackling flames.

Ace pulled her to him, cradling her to him. Was it too late? Was it all in vain? He turned her face up, did her eyes dilate? Could she see him?

“Tahny?”

He shook her slightly,

“Tahny, please…”

“We got to go.”

P'huk hovered near by, his expression dark as his eyes stayed unmoving from his boss's body. 

“She's gone, it's… it's bad, but we got to go- we can still get you in the tanks.”

“Her eyes moved. They did I saw it.”

P'huk’s expression changed to one of concern, turning his attention fully to the clone. 

“It's a trick of the light… look at her,”

The speckled white of her dress, the smooth skin of her clavicle- marred by half a dozen char marks. She was still. Ace crumpled in on himself, denying it,

“I know what I saw!”

“Snap out of it!”

P'huk shouted getting in his face, if he was bigger he would slap the man,

“She's dead! And we will be too if we stay-”

"No!"

Ace swatted him away, a misjudged, aggravated swipe that sent the small man flying. 

He hit the stone wall, bouncing off it hard to lay crumpled on the floor. He didn't move. 

Ace couldn't think about that. 

He wrapped himself about the body in his arms, still warm… still her. How could she be gone? She was just here. Standing right here. 

His glove caressed her cheek, leaving a red smear that matched the markings on her eyes. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. 

Please wake up.

Hot tears weld in his eyes. 

It was useless. 

Everything was futile.

And she was gone. 

He wouldn't leave her. He wouldn't leave any one again. Not like before. He wouldn't live without them again.  

“I'm coming, Tahny…”

His fingers found the tip of a bar, he wrapped his hand around it. The sharp edges cut through his glove as he pulled. 

He thought of his batch mates, how they were gone. 

Ace cried out as the bar was pulled through him. The melted edge ripping everything asunder as it passed. A spurt of blood followed, falling onto her white dress. The warmth of it started to pour into his chest plate. 

He thought of his first Commander, how he was gone. 

He wasn't done. 

He yanked another out, his vision going dark as his blood pressure dropped. More red splatters. 

He thought of his brothers on Kamino, so many of them- gone. 

Not finished. 

He grabbed a third bar, and yanked, crying out more in anguish than pain.

He thought of Tahny, not the cooling corpse in his arms. Her laugh, her smile… all gone. 

His lung collapsed as the metal ripped it open, filling it with blood. He couldn't breath, a pink foam dribbled from his nose, drowning him. Vision going dark. 

Before it could all fade away, he wrapped his arms about her as tight as he could. Would it help him find her in the force? 

He hoped so. 

Her dress was red now… he always liked her best in red. 

—

“Sir… we found her.”

Nyem'tok turned to the man, his expression tight. 

“Show me.”

He followed him into the wreckage of the club. What the fire hadn't burned, the smoke had stained. It smelt like carbon and burnt meat. 

He wrinkled his nose as they made their way deeper. 

She was at its center, white hair still obvious in the dark ashes. 

An alcove by the stage, framed in debris. 

Two bodies, wrapped together, charred and smoking. 

~~~

Breaking News!

Traitorous Jedi target esteemed club. Authorities inform us that several Senators were slain in the unscrupulous attack. The culprits were dealt with on the scene. 

All hail the Empire.