"I will be home soon.." He breathed, talking to Shelly, whom was long since in Heaven above, finding the idea that he would be joining her there soon to be thrilling. He was ready, and there was only one thing standing in his way. Top Dollar. The last of the pack of thugs that was responsible for this mess they had all gotten themselves into. They deserved what was coming, each one of them, and Eric was going to make sure that even Top Dollar felt the effects of what he had done, the pain he had caused. The Crow had seen Top Dollar and Myan sneak into an old, massive church in the city, and that was where Eric would be headed, for the final confrontation.
Lowering his arms to rest at his sides, Eric tilted his head back to it's original position, opened his eyes and peered at the street, before moving forwards, following the path that the crow had seen and laid out for him. It wouldn't be too long before he would be able to find peace and be reunited with his love. The heels of his boots clicked against the pavement as he ran, almost sprinting in the darkness, though never missing a beat. He approached the church, pausing on a corner of the street diagonal from it, looking at the dark, hulking form of the sanctuary, one that was now so tainted by blood and evil. The Crow cawed loudly, flapping it's wings to urge Eric onwards, and so he stepped out into the street, approaching the door. A wide grin was spread out on his lips, black with grease paint that was being smeared by the rain, stepping up onto the sidewalk that housed the large church, before approaching the doors. The large, black bird swooped downwards, landing easily on one of Eric's shoulders, as Eric's fingers curled around a large brass knob on one of the double doors, pulling it open. Without a second thought, Eric stepped over the threshold, but instead of seeing rotting pews and shards of broken stained glass windows, Eric found himself surrounded by snow. The doors to the church slammed shut behind him, causing the crow to caw in surprise, though Eric wasn't swayed. He looked at the snow, finding it pure and untouched save a few spots that had been disturbed by some unknown creature that had passed by that exact same spot but had veered to the left suddenly.
Had he blacked out and finished his fight? Was this what Heaven looked like?
Eric paused, looking up at the star-filled sky, feeling a little anxious, before throwing his head back and emitting a laugh that sounded half crazed, and perhaps it was. He was, after all, some place that he shouldn't be, and how he got there, he had no idea. All he knew, was that this was keeping him from his goal. When his laughter ceased, he looked around once more, hoping that maybe he might find someone, anyone, out in the wilderness.
"Maybe you should find us a place to go..." Eric said softly, prompting the crow to lift from his shoulder and take to the sky, soaring off to find a place that was habitable, some place safe to sit through the night. Eric didn't sleep, nor did he require food, he was almost perfect, except for the fact that he still had metaphorical blood on his hands that needed cleaning, and that he could no longer fight the last battle he needed.
What a shame.
He stood there for a moment, before turning around slowly, looking at the spot he had come through, lifting a pale hand up, touching at the air. All he could do was hope that the door he had walked through was still there...it had to be, but of course all he felt was nothing...just the air itself, which was discouraging. He frowned, and sighed, looking at his surroundings once more, seeing only a vast sea of white. He turned once more, the way he had been facing before, and waited to see if his friend was able to spot any sort of civilzation. Perhaps they could tell him what exactly was going on here, and most importantly, how to get back home. He had to finish what they had started, and he was determined not to let this world stand in his way.
Eric was soaked to the bone from the torrent of rain that had been pelting the Earth almost mercilessly since his re-awakening, but he knew that eventually it would cease, because it couldn't rain all the time, could it? He wondered, breifly, what the world would be like if it rained all the time, if the Earth itself flooded and everything was gone. It was that thought that made him smile a little, despite the circumstances, because that would mean at least that his enemies would be vanquished and that he could finally rest in peace. However, losing them to a flood wouldn't be soothing to him at all, not when they had taken so much of his blood and so much of his heart, he had to be the one to kill them all, only then would he be able to rest. With a shrill caw, Eric was snapped instantly out of his daydream, tilting his head up for a moment, so that he was looking up at the sky, allowing the rain to pour over him. He stood, arms extended outwards, almost as if he were welcoming the rain itself, eyes closed against the droplets that splashed his face, his hair and his clothes.