Eric reappeared, but this time at a rather odd location- Something that was somehow darker then Hell.
"You have not brought me the sacrifices. I will not hesitate to take you down," A evil voice declared booming through the room, sending Eric into a spiral of twisted emotions.
"P-Please, m'lord, you can't-" Eric started, tears forming.
"ENOUGH EXCUSES!" The Voice yelled sending pain racking through Eric's body. "Your father owes me a debt, and with him gone, you, YOU will give me those celestial and demon blooded beings as sacrifice! Understood?!" It yelled, blinded with fury.
Eric, pain coursing through his entire body, could do nothing but nod.
"Good."
And just like that, the room vanished, and Eric found himself in the middle of a field before passing out. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he knew one thing- He was a puppet.