The enemy within

"He came back. He always comes back whenever something wrong is happening to my life or I end up making frivolous decisions. His name is Jophiel! I never saw him or felt his physical presence but I know he exists in some other dimension - seeing me from where I cannot see him. Now the problem that needs to get addressed is; where did I go wrong and how do I rectify that wrong?

My name is Candace, and this is my story."

~ As Candace opens the curtains the deep gold of the room becomes the flamboyant buttercup yellow of every daydreamers wanderings. Through windows that welcomed the passage of the light, her room room was alive with the vibrant hues of midday. She has invited Jack Jones for another date but this time to break the fast with him ~

Candace: Took so much of the handwork to give my room a perfect dining-room look. This place had to look fun and it does. Because If this place didn't look fun, I wasn't doing it right.

~ Even though the Jack isn't here yet, the room carries a happy vibe interwoven with the aroma of their meal together. Suddenly she hears a smacking on the table that disturbs the prepared meal and jug of water along with the glasses fall off of the table and smashed into a thousand glittering fragments ~

Candace: What the -- WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Voice: You are doing it all wrong!

~ A deep low-pitched monstrous voice that frightened her for a few seconds as she steps back ~

Candace: Jophiel?!

~ A great silence as she walks toward the voice, not realizing about the broken pieces of glasses barely the length of hair pin, cracks into her foot as she slightly groans out of pain ~

Jophiel: You need to stop that.

Candace: Stop what?! Where are you?

Jophiel: Building an intimacy with Jack Jones is not a part of your mission, it never was.

Candace: You don't HAVE to tell me what to do with my life. You don't control me! YOU HEAR ME?!

Jophiel: The devil is making a fool out of you. To him you are a bug and he so enjoys pulling off your wings and see you suffering. It is not the hardest pill to swallow that ever since you became SFT champion, you haven't done much. Have you?

Candace: What does any of this have to do with Jones?

Jophiel: You are on the footstep of Satan, he wants to betray you because he is the best of the betrayers. You solely belong to the chaste spiritual lineage and not to be part of any intimacy. He has trapped you and the first step for him to win the game is realizing that you are in it.

Candace: No! That's wrong. I swam for the light and you did everything you could to take me into the abyss. You are the one who betrayed me, not the other way around.

~ A complete silence, enough to listen to a clean pin drop ~

Candace: I found you annoying so often and you hurt me on purpose with that refined look of innocence you have. Stop pretending to be my guardian. Stop portraying that you knows best what is better for me than I, myself.

~ No response as her voice echos in the room ~

Candace: Hello!

~ She looks around with slight of a fright in her eyes when suddenly the door bell of her room rings. She leaps the shattered pieces of the glasses and opens the door - only to find Jack Jones standing right in front of the door with a gift basket. His wide smile turns into curiosity when he looks at her all the way from her serious expression down till her feet that are bleeding quite badly ~