I Dont Wanna Die by Hollywood Undead. The struggle between two of the worlds most dangerous sorcerers egos.
The fight was on. One of these killers would leave here and the other would die.
Skulduggery ripped the armor off him. He didn't want this curse anymore. He refused to kill again. The only person to die at his hands would be his other half.
Lord Vile excepted the challenge. His alter ego had excepted long ago that both of them were Lord Vile no matter what he told himself. But this world was not big enough for them both. One of them was going to have to die.
Skulduggery summoned his flame.
Vile summoned his shadow.
A fight to the end was eminent.
Skulduggery roared. His flame growing to a huge fire ball. 'I don't wanna die!'
Lord Vile whipped his shadow in to a mighty sword. 'I'm not gonna die!'
'So your gonna have to!' They both screamed.
Both placed their attacks. The blows from equal forces sent them both flying backwards.
Skulduggery couldn't let this monster live. He got back up to his feet.
Lord Vile wasn't about to lose to his weaker half, he thought smittenly. He rose with a flick of his wrist.
'I'm not the monster.'
'There's not enough room for the both of us.'
Skulduggery performed the most dangerous high level magic there was. He summoned his magic and let it fill him, surround him. His magic a never ending flow of energy.
Vile called upon all the shadows on earth. They curled and flicked around. But not any shadow. The kind hidden deep in the minds of every dead and living soul. Their fears, their worst nightmares and memories, shadows lurked any and everywhere. Even the prettiest flower he called the shadows draining its petals of life.
Skulduggery extended his fingers. No longer was magic in his control. He was its vessel and it consumed it, now his master.
Both sorcerers took their aim. They growled in hatred and in cold blood to be the first to watch the other die.
They released their force of focus.
The magic pushed and pulled another.
Skulduggery caved in to the magics will. His body crumbled in magic dust.
Vile pushed his shadow magic forward but Skulduggery's magic was of something he never saw before and roared in anger and defeat. Magic obliterated his bodiless armor.
Skulduggery took his body back from the magic and he fell to the ground. But not yet would he rest and then collapse against the shovel he created out of the magic dust.
He took the magic dust that remained of his alter self, his greatest and deadliest enemy, his self, Lord Vile and buried him in an unmarked grave.