I stood in the same place... just two thousand years ago. It was days in them, the gathering of jinn and demons lost everything.
Since the dawn of creation, we did as we pleased whenever we pleased. We played with humans as if they were dice, moving them like chess pieces. We approached them from in front, from behind, from their right and left, and we ran through them like ships. Until we encountered a man from among humans who silenced us, as a muzzle silences a dog. A king like no other before him, around him, or after him... a man they called 'Solomon.'
I was a servant from the tribe of jinn builders. And these were used by King Solomon to build everything that humans couldn't build. The main thing we built was the palace, Solomon's palace.
We didn't understand exactly how this man ruled over us, how he spoke to birds and ants, how kings of jinn prostrated themselves in the dust for him.
We, who brought magic upon the children of Adam, we, who if the children of Adam saw us, they would panic and die on the spot. How could this happen to us? How could we be dragged on our faces like beasts? How could one human remove us from the world with a single glance?
'Solomon' was not just a king; he was not merely a sorcerer. He was a prophet, a prophet who called us, but we disbelieved. And when we disbelieved, he gained authority over us, subjecting us from the greatest of us to the smallest.
I stood there on the edge of this courtyard, like me, like the rest of the demons. As, If one of us approached his throne, he would be consumed by fire.
I looked at him sitting on his magnificent throne. No one has been given kingship like this king and no throne like this one. I hated him, despised him, and harbored resentment against him.
We tried all the devilish and non-devilish ways to get him, but he possessed something that we didn't. We don't know what this thing was, but he had it.
And suddenly, hope came to us, hope for revenge, and perhaps hope for freedom.
Solomon fell ill suddenly. It seems that the illness that invaded his body matched his level of power. An illness that stumped the human doctors and the wise among the jinn.
Even the birds brought him herbs from the far corners of the earth, but they were of no use. The illness made Solomon, when he sat on his magnificent throne, appear as if he were a body without a soul as if he were dead from extreme exhaustion and sickness.
The effect of the illness increased every day, surpassing the day before. It continued to increase until his body became lifeless, unable to do anything. And this was our opportunity for revenge."
We could not even approach his throne... and we didn't need to because the man had a single particle of disease enter his body, which did to him what all the vile demons were unable to do.
It became clear that this particle would kill him sooner or later, so we took revenge in another form... another devlish form. We continued to work in the courtyard of that temple as if nothing had happened, but no one noticed that we were not actually building Solomon's palace. We were digging beneath Solomon's throne.
We brought the greatest and most skilled scribes of the jinn and made them write books filled with all the magic we taught humans in the past, the black magic whose intensity was such that if you accidentally read one line of it, you would be afflicted by its evil.
But we didn't stop there; we also wrote down everything we learned from "Harut" and "Marut," that magic which surpassed black magic in its intensity that it nullified it.
However, we wrote it in our own way to be used in the matters we desired. We added to the two magics everything the listening jinn learned about the happenings in the heavens and what would occur on Earth.
You might ask why we did this and what it had to do with seeking revenge against Solomon? I will answer you immediately.
Solomon collected all the books of magic in his kingdom and burned them, and he killed every magician of his time, even those suspected of being magicians.
He threatened to cut off the necks of anyone who listened to anything from the jinn about the happenings in the heavens and the necks of anyone from mankind who claimed that the jinn knew about the happenings in the heavens.
Solomon thwarted all our work because of his power over us. We had to preserve all our knowledge in books because "Solomon" came and imposed rules on our kind that prevented us from directly contacting humans, no matter how much effort we exerted.
I mean direct communication. However, we could still enter their hearts and minds and whisper in them whatever we wanted. We could also take on human or animal forms, but we couldn't harm them if we wanted to. We couldn't contact them and teach them the sciences as we used to before "Solomon".
When Solomon killed the magicians and burned the black magic books, he prevented mankind from communicating with us. Only the magic that remained on earth was that of the remote villages, As for the Israelites' black magic, Solomon burned it from the face of the earth.
These books were not for our sake, as beings like us don't need books in their world. These books were for the sake of humans so that the connection between them and us would continue to exist.
And after Solomon dies from his illness, we will whisper to the most evil of people, urging them to bring out those books. We will teach them that these are "Solomon's" books and how he was indeed an evil cursed magician. They will curse him until Judgment Day.
This way, we will have preserved our knowledge and avenged those who burned it and humiliated our kind.
We continued to dig and dig as if we were working on our own construction projects. 'Solomon' didn't notice what we were doing, even after we dug to a very deep depth, a distance beneath the throne where we would not burn if we entered.
Our plan went perfectly. Our demonic hearts were filled with fear, as Solomon never trusted us. We built a structure beneath the throne and placed all the books in it. Then we covered up everything we had dug until it disappeared completely. Our tale passed peacefully, passing without incident after a full month of our continuous non-stop demonic work.
Solomon's disease lasted for forty days when he suddenly recovered from it. And he returned from his illness stronger, more intense, and greater than before.
Solomon became able to command the wind as he pleased. He gained the ability to harness the diving jinn who extracted pearls and precious gems from the depths of the sea to adorn his constructions We the jinn builders built.
He became capable of controlling a different type of jinn, he chained like monsters in great chains of their tyranny.
Jinns the like of the great "Lucifer" who was chained. This is the only time I saw the greatest among us humiliated in this way.
We did not understand anything. Truly, we did not understand anything. The period of Solomon's rule over us was difficult and bitter until it ended with his death, which we discovered by accident.
We were liberated from our servitude, and we kept waiting for the suitable faction that could extract these books and use them exactly as we desired. We waited for a very long time until suddenly a Jewish faction appeared in history, carrying within it all the seeds of evil we were searching for. And here I see them before me, digging to reach our books, the books of black magic.
"'Baphomet' look, there is a leveled wall here. Come, you old one."
I looked at them a final glance in what looked to them as a mysterious gaze. Then, I flew away like how demons do, distancing myself from them and from the arena, and even from the world of humans as a whole.
I flew to where I belong, leaving the knights of the Temple striking the leveled wall with enthusiasm.
Today, I accomplished a great task that our kind had awaited for years, thinking it would never end.
The knights of the Temple found the books that the demons had hidden for a full two thousand years. They did not understand how can these books be a treasure.
They wanted a treasure of gold and pearls, but it was futile.
Solomon had asked his Lord, whom he called upon, not to allow anyone after him to possess any piece of metal that he possessed.
The earth will perish, history will perish, and neither the people of the earth nor the people of heaven will have a single piece of metal that Solomon possessed.
And No king will own anything as Sulaiman did.
That is why all human sciences failed to find any trace of "King Solomon", to the extent that some considered him a myth among religious myths.
But the truth is that the real myth is his Temple. There are still those who swear and shout that the Temple is beneath the sacred sanctuary in Jerusalem.
But the truth is that Solomon did not build any temples or shrines, but rather he built mosques. He believed in the Lord of 'Abraham' and 'Moses'.
He broke our backs in other construction projects, including the renovation of the Al-Aqsa Mosque, and the construction of his majestic palace made of exquisite glass. This palace was considered the most magnificent thing he owned.
Only we know where the treasures of Solomon are and we know exactly where his palace is. A faction of our kind believed in him and his call, so they hid these treasures in the depths of the earth and concealed his palace in a way that humans like you cannot comprehend.
As for the treasures, they are in certain countries in the Middle East, notably in "Al-'Ula" in the Arabian Peninsula. A faithful and trustworthy guardian stands over these treasures, the most formidable jinn of that faction.
They are guarded by the jinn and will remain so until the end of the earth. Gold, pearls, and corals, treasures that shine like the sun and the moon, but they will no longer be accessible to a human or jinn after Solomon.
In conclusion, the knights of the Temple found nothing except the books written by our scribes. Those books were a treasure of a different kind, a real treasure of knowledge that would change the face of history entirely.
It was a treasure inscribed by devilish hands, with devilish minds, for devilish scholars. The knights abandoned people and read all those books, and with each page they read, a secret of this world was revealed to them, a secret that humans should not know anything about.