Scordra's Finale

Scordra shot pieces of himself at everyone’s feet, shackling them to the ground in a circle around him.
“Who, What are you?!” Sage exclaimed. “When I get out of this you’ll be sorry!”
“Zunery…” Sage’s mouth started to say.
“Oh No You Don’t! Get Out, Get Out, Get OUT!” Sage exclaimed and fought back, showing her true inner willpower. This surprised them all, including Zunery.
Scordra was much less impressed, and shot a glob of black goo at her face. The muck crawled partly into her mouth and the rest partly covered her lower face.
“That’s better,” The new voice then seemed to clear it’s throat, “Zunery, I have told you before that this world must be consumed. It is time, and you’re going to help me.” ~S
“Is that so? And what if I say no Scordra, will you kill me?”
"Kill you? No, I can't kill you anymore than you can kill me.
“There is much about this world you do not know. You think you know much because what you’ve been told recently. Yes, the Void people think they know it all, but they are missing one link to the puzzle.”
“What is that?”
“Me.” He said bluntly.
Zunery didn’t know what else to say to this, and so there was silence as Scordra looked around the group, one eye on Zunery, and the other circling his head. Our hero also was unsure who to look at Scordra or at Sage where the twisted voice came from. Once Zunery looked back at Scordra long enough he began to speak again.
“This world must be destroyed. It will burn in chaos, and darkness shall consume the horizon. Zunery, Fate has created us both, we are destined to be odds, opposites. She is our mother, and we are brothers through Fate. And when the hands of Fate do meet, this world's time shall end.”
“I am not your brother, you aren’t even human!” Zunery started getting agitated.
“What I fail…”
“Stop!”
“you will finish…”
“I don’t want to hear any more!”
“what I succeed in consuming…”
“Kill us or let us go!”
“you will rebuild. We are a pair…"
"Stop! I said stop talking!”
“Have it your way.”
Scordra’s sludge slithered out Sage’s mouth, as she fell down, gasping for air, and coughing out the pieces and bits that were left behind. The shackles melted from the group’s feet. Each looked like a slug moving rather quickly towards the rest of Scordra pooling back into his being.

“If you will not listen, then my job is done.” Scordra finished with a sharp, yet low and eerie voice from a mouth of his own for the first. His body looking less and less human-like, he slumped in place into an upright blob, his dark blue eye continued flowing from person to person, pausing for briefly at each one, staring as if into or through their very souls. No one moved for one very long minute, then two minutes, three minutes and so on. Zunery took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. His eyes seemed to disappear, there was no color left in them. It was as if some gentle hue of light had consumed what little color he had left to his person. Taking his sword he walked confidently towards his nemesis. Scordra took his eyes from the others and stared at Zunery as he moved forward. Neither of them flinched, as Zunery took a second deep breath and clinched his sword tightly. But just as he went to stab the oozing shapeless creature, it sprouted many arms and grabbed him. The two shared a final defining stare. The others, so shocked and confused at what was even happening, had no will to participate in this strange contest. Neither Zunery nor Scordra would or could blink, and neither of them looked away. Yet, the dark creature was not holding his enemy from killing him, just simply holding him at arms’ length (many of them) and staring. Our hero angled his sword at his foe to take the fatal stab. The arms pulled away as he thrust surely through the black mass. His sword seemed almost transparent as it cut through to the other side. The oozing demon also began to lose opacity, first near the wound and then completely until there was only a thin outline of his shifting body. The eyes still hovered in mid-air, as the two of them continued to gaze infinitely through the other’s. Then in a bright flash, Scordra was no more.  Zunery returned to normal, and the only stares that were left were the party’s in the direction of Zunery.
Silence echoed as if for miles, as if for all time, as if it was a thick fog that didn’t lift until the next morning. Not one word, grunt, movement or breathe was heard until the suns’ dawn. And no one dared to question Zunery’s new grey-blue eyes.