It was 1:02am and the man made his way to bed. Thoughts of how the next day would unfold reeled through his mind. He would be alone. The man wearily drifted to sleep dreading the daylight to come. Perhaps, he thought, his dreams would take the edge off of the day…that slumber could sate his desires.
The human’s enemy chuckled as it’s prey fell asleep. “Oh the plans I have for you,” it said to itself. The darkness was quite satisfied with it’s work so far. The human had played right into it’s trap. The plan was flawless, well…mostly flawless, there was an instance or two when it did not work out so well.
“Testimony,” it muttered, the darkness shuddered at the word. Testimony had caused much grief to it’s perfect plan…not to mention the resulting train wreak to the plans of it’s colleagues. However, this revised tactic was better; the tactic was old, some would say ancient, and it had worked time and time again.
The trap was set.
The man woke up somewhere between 9:46 to 10:00. He wasn’t quite sure what time it was, but he didn’t have anything to do that day, and so he hid inside his pillow trying to return to his dreams. This was after all his “day of rest.” The edginess of the day prior was not gone and he did not want to face the day.
His flesh was not pleased with last night, and it’s desires were not sated by the man’s dreamworld. The man’s flesh hungered, it had been sleeping for what felt like an eternity…this was much longer than usual. But, like clockwork, his flesh had awakened this season with all its sinful desires. Oddly enough the man’s flesh was a dead creature, it had been slain a long time ago, and by some kind of necromancy it was called into being.
“Wake up! Be sober, be vigilant!”
The man groggily arose from his bed. He was made aware of the war within him and that his ally was fighting for him. The Spirit had been through many battles with the man against his necromantic flesh. The Spirit knew this flesh had a vendetta against the man ever since he was a child. It’s great desire was to consume the man, to devour him completely, to make him a slave. And the Spirit was aware of the man’s other enemy, the darkness. Both had conspired against him this day. But the Spirit was with him. The Holy Spirit was for the man.
He was not alone.