"The seed you have nurtured?" Eric asked through bated breaths. His breathing was erratic, and he was on the verge of tears. His expression was not emotionless anymore, and displayed his pain accurately.
But he couldn't help but wonder.
He couldn't help but wonder what his life was before the influence of Yog-Sothoth seemingly "corroded" him. As he thought those words, an excruciating pain assaulted his mind, seemingly due to the God's rage.
Yog-Sothoth's anger was evident. Eric's body was responding to the God's words, but his soul rejected it. It was bound to someone else.
"What do you mean!?" Eric screamed, falling to the ground. It seemed even his soul was being affected now. Yog-Sothoth's grip on the man was quite strong, and it seemed like he was strengthening it by the second.
Eric couldn't resist, and eventually succumbed to the grip of the God of Necromancy.