[ He knew it was coming. He knew there was no way to avoid it and he was prepared as much as he possibly could be and still it catches him by surprise when it finally does arrive, lighting his insides up with such a scorching heat that his body seizes up for a moment.
It's indescribable, the sins of well over a century flooding back in, demanding payment. Overwhelming his system to the point where he just goes limp, crumbling on top of Jack without care or ability to direct himself. For all his bad poetry, for all his snarky remarks, words will continue to completely fail him when it comes to describing this very moment, when soul and demon is forced together in one chest. ]