Hellfire--the Host's been so out-of-touch with literal mortality, worry of banishment hadn't struck him as a possibility.
And now it is. Greatly. Literally. For the first time in well over a century, a weight slams into his chest, grows inside him, his limbs, his--his bones, a horrific sensation of solidness. It's pain that keeps the book in his grip after, memory of muscles convulsing--
Noah's unexpected interference is enough to knock the book away from the Host's hands.
Spell interrupted, the wind reaches a crescendo, and the heartbeat of the room is drowned out by a howl of agony wrenched from the Ghost Host's being.
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And now it is. Greatly. Literally. For the first time in well over a century, a weight slams into his chest, grows inside him, his limbs, his--his bones, a horrific sensation of solidness. It's pain that keeps the book in his grip after, memory of muscles convulsing--
Noah's unexpected interference is enough to knock the book away from the Host's hands.
Spell interrupted, the wind reaches a crescendo, and the heartbeat of the room is drowned out by a howl of agony wrenched from the Ghost Host's being.