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H Ah. Ah. Another one missed today.

That’s three this week. Notify the

king. Tell him we have something.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Halt.

Why have you come? I need to speak with

the king and his people. My king, there

is something you need to see yourself.

Oh. I’m glad you’ve arrived, my

king. They told me no illness can

explain your condition.

It is not an illness. It comes when

night falls.

What have you seen?

I cannot always see it. I only feel its

presence. It approaches while I sleep.

It takes my hand and bites me here.

Each night I wake up weaker. I feel

something inside me disappearing.

Do you know its name?

I heard it only once. Ornias. He will

return.

He returns every night.

Then tonight, I will wait for him as

well. God of my fathers, You gave me

wisdom to rule, but this exceeds any

man. My lord, where are you going? And

without an escort. I’ll be back soon,

my lord. Ah. Silence. Help. Where are

you?

Who has done this to you? There is

something hidden in the shadows of this

forest. My God. There it is. I can also

enter your house, son of David. Iron

can wound men, but not me. You cannot

protect the boy, nor your kingdom. I do

not come in my own name. The God of

Israel is my refuge. It is you. You are

the protector.

Who are you? Wisdom was granted to you,

but you believed wisdom was enough.

Solomon, I want to give you something.

It will serve the work of the Most High

. This ring. In that moment, Michael

handed me the ring. What must I do?

You will use it for the construction of

the temple. You will know how to do it.

Do not forget from whom that authority

comes.

I will do so. I will not fail the Most

High.

As soon as I held it, I felt my hand

grow heavy, as if a powerful force

emanated from within it. However, as I

closed my fingers around it, the fear

that gripped me disappeared. My body

felt lighter and a new confidence

coursed through my entire being.

Michael added that I should not rely on

my own strength nor on that of the ring

, but always remember to whom the power

granted to me belonged. I thought I

understood his words. Man often

believes he can carry any gift while he

is still unaware of its weight. I

arrived as the sun was descending

behind the walls. The workers were

leaving the temple site and the first

lamps were beginning to be lit.

Everything seemed to go on like any

other evening, though I knew that at

nightfall a creature would return to

the room of a defenseless boy. His

mother greeted me, exhausted from

weeping. The boy was still in the same

bed, but his condition had worsened.

His skin had an ashen tone and he could

barely keep his eyes open. I showed him

the ring and explained that Ornias

would return that night. Wait for him

to get close and throw the ring against

his chest.

I saw fear in his gaze, but also hope.

And he will be enraged.

He will obey. Tell him to appear before

me tomorrow. The boy held the seal with

trembling hands. I did not want to

promise him that nothing bad would

happen because even I did not know what

Ornias was capable of. After giving him

the instructions, I left the house and

returned to the palace. The boy would

have to face the creature alone, as the

seal would only show its power if he

gathered the courage necessary to use

it. While I remained in the palace

waiting for some sign, the young man

was left alone in his room, accompanied

only by the flame of a lamp. For a long

time nothing happened, except for the

occasional creaking of the wood. Then,

the flame of the only lamp began to

tilt. The air turned cold and a shadow

appeared on the wall. Ornias approached

the bed. Give me your hand. It was at

that moment that the boy gathered the

little courage he had left. In the name

of the God of Israel, tomorrow appear

before Solomon. The next morning I

ordered that the doors of the throne

room be closed and that no one enter

until I allowed it.

I want you to close everything and let

no one pass. Yes, my lord.

If the boy had followed my instructions

, the creature would have to appear

before me. I remained seated on the

throne for a long time. Then, the

torches began to dim. The air in the

room grew cold and a darkness appeared

before me. From it emerged a tall being

covered by a black tunic. Son of David.

Ornias.

His skin was pale and his face showed

contained rage. Give me the ring. I

understood that the boy had obeyed.

When I put it back on my finger, he

fell to his knees. Why were you

tormenting the boy? Who do you think

you are?

At first he refused to answer, but when

I raised my hand marked with the seal,

his resistance began to break.

In the name of the Most High, answer me

.

His suffering feeds me. Ornias

confessed that he fed on the strength

of men. He did not need to kill them

immediately, as he found greater

pleasure in weakening them little by

little. During the night, I would hold

their hands and bite into their flesh

to extract a part of that which

sustained their life. And there are

others like you, son of David, you know

nothing of the invisible world. Ornias

smiled and explained to me that the

invisible world was inhabited by

countless creatures. Some approached

the sick, others sowed discord among

families, awakened violent desires, or

led rulers toward useless wars. There

were spirits on the roads, in the deep

waters, and in regions of the air.

Until that moment, I had thought I was

facing a single creature. Now answer me

, what is your weak point?

Each one is different.

Finish.

Each fallen one is watched by an angel.

You do not know who you are dealing

with, son of David.

Who are you referring to?

Beelzebub, the prince of the demons.

I then placed the seal in his hand.

Give this to your king, let him appear

before me. You will pay for this.

Ornias disappeared, taking the ring of

the Most High with him. Days passed,

and while the construction of the

temple continued, I headed back toward

the forest. As I galloped, I understood

that I had sent an order to the very

heart of hell. A few hours after

entering the forest, a cold began to

run through my body. The place grew

colder and a fog began to appear.

Insignificant human. Show yourself.

The cold took hold of the surroundings

and I saw a creature materialize before

me. I understood that I was before

Beelzebub. He stood before me with the

pride of one accustomed to being obeyed

.

So you are the son of David. And you

are Beelzebub. I expected more from a

king.

You have something that belongs to me.

I ordered him to give me the ring. For

an instant, I thought he would refuse.

When I placed it back on my hand,

Beelzebub bowed his head. He did not do

it out of respect for me, but because

the authority of the Most High broke

his will.

Cursed human, that power does not

belong here. Answer me. You will not

give me orders.

In the name of the Most High, answer me

.

I began to interrogate him as I had

done with Ornias. I asked him what his

function was and how he exercised

dominion over the spirits. He replied

that not all demons were the same, nor

did they possess the same strength.

Some served others of higher rank. Some

acted upon bodies, others upon the mind

. I had supposed that demons moved like

beasts without governance. I discovered

, instead, that they also obeyed orders

and that each one occupied a place

within their kingdom. I then ordered

him to make other spirits appear,

bring me your servants.

The first took on the appearance of a

woman of great beauty.

What is your function?

She said her name was Onoskelis,

to awaken carnal desire. in humans

and confessed that she approached men

during the night awakening desires that

ended up leading them away from their

families and oaths and thus drained

their vital energy. Then Asmodeus

presented himself.

Who are you? I am Asmodeus. My function

is to sow chaos and evil. A violent

spirit whose eyes seemed to contain

embers. He claimed he sowed chaos and

destruction among men and that he found

pleasure in destroying that which had

been joined. He did not need to raise a

sword; it was enough for him to plant a

suspicion and wait for men to finish

his work. Others arrived later. Some

confessed that they weakened the sick,

others that they tormented travelers,

and a few claimed they could hide

behind religious words to lead men

toward pride. As I listened to them, I

understood that suffering did not

always stem from a single source. There

were evils caused by our own decisions,

but also forces that took advantage of

every fear. You and your servants will

work for me. The temple continued to

rise, and many tasks required a

strength that no man could sustain for

long.

You will build the temple of the Most

High.

Beware of the ring, Solomon. I ordered

the spirits to be taken to the

construction site. I returned to the

castle believing I had even conquered

death. Having faced a demon made me

feel superior to any man. I did not

understand then that this newly

discovered strength would also be the

source of my ruin. Is someone there?

Hello, where am I? Who are you? Your

time is running out, son of David.

During the following days, I saw the

construction advance with a speed that

no architect would have believed

possible. I told my workers to go home

earlier than usual. That way, I could

summon the demons without causing a

stir.

You may leave early today.

No one knew the true cause. I had begun

by fearing the invisible world. Now I

saw it subjected before me. Every demon

revealed its secrets and every order

was obeyed without delay. I did not

notice the change that began to take

place within me. I stopped looking at

the ring as a burden and started seeing

it as an extension of my own authority.

Michael had warned me that power

belonged solely to God. But with every

spirit that bowed before my throne,

those words seemed to drift further

away. The order has been carried out.

Not yet. I came to think that as long

as the seal remained in my hand, no

creature of the visible or invisible

world could resist Solomon, king of

Israel. During the months that followed

, the construction of the temple

progressed in a way that no man in

Jerusalem could have explained. The

heaviest stones were moved during the

night, and work that would have taken

weeks was finished in a few days. The

workers attributed that speed to the

blessing of the Most High, though they

were unaware of the instruments I had

placed in service of the work. The

demons continued to work under the

authority of the seal. Ornias cut

stones and transported them from places

where no man could reach. Other spirits

raised columns or carried timbers too

heavy for oxen. My lord, the plans are

ready.

Beelzebub remained among them, humbled

by the task, but his gaze was never

defeated. He obeyed while observing my

decisions with a disturbing patience.

At first, I watched their labors with

caution. I would pronounce the name of

the Most High before raising the ring

and remembered the words of Michael

each time those beings bowed before me.

Son of David, the ring consumes you.

Silence.

You have no voice here.

As the days passed, I stopped being

surprised to see them obey and began to

consider that authority as something

that belonged to me.

My king, my king, they want to see you.

I am busy. I will go later. It is a

lady from the East, she wants to see

you.

It was then that I began to believe I

had subdued the kingdom of darkness. I

did not say it before the priests, but

within myself, I considered myself

different from all previous kings. My

father had defeated armies and giants.

I had forced invisible beings to build

the house of God. No enemy seemed able

to reach me, for I knew the names of

the spirits and the angels before whom

they trembled. Each new demon increased

that security; I would interrogate them

, listen to their secrets, and then

assign them a task. I had come to know

their hierarchy just as I knew the

organization of my own kingdom.

Beelzebub ruled over many, but he too

was subject to limits he could not

break. The temple of the Most High is

ready.

Our mission is fulfilled. Release us.

No, I will not do it. Cursed human, you

will pay for this. Stop. You have

learned quickly, son of David. It is

not a ring for men. Give it to me.

It was given to me by grace. I am King

Solomon, bearer of the sacred ring.

This power is mine. Ah. Ah. It is over,

son of David. His obedience seemed to

me sufficient proof that his words held

no value. Today I understand that he

was not trying to challenge me, but to

feed that which had already begun to

grow within me. Temptation rarely

presents itself as a threat. It often

arrives wrapped in admiration or the

promise of something we believe we

deserve. Shortly after, emissaries from

a foreign land arrived in Jerusalem.

They brought precious metals and

perfumes, but among them came a young

woman of noble lineage. She did not

show the fear of other visitors. She

observed the hall and finally fixed her

gaze on the ring I wore on my hand. To

what do I owe this pleasure? King

Solomon.

Her name was Naamah. She had heard

stories about my wisdom and the speed

with which the temple was being built.

While others spoke of treaties and

tributes, she asked me if it was true.

There are many rumors out there.

Which ones?

I hope they are good ones.

Most of them are.

I did not reveal the secret of the seal

, but my answer was born not of

prudence, but of the desire to impress

her. Is everything they say about you

controlling spirits true?

Yes, it is true. I have the power to do

so.

And by what authority do you do it?

By the authority of the Most High, the

God of Israel. Naamah belonged to a

people who worshipped foreign gods. I

knew it from the first moment and I

also knew that I should keep my

distance. It was a pleasure speaking

with you.

The pleasure is all mine.

However, I convinced myself that my

faith was too firm to be altered by the

presence of a woman. I thought I could

listen to her words without giving them

value and approach her heart without

risking my own. That was another lie I

accepted because it seemed reasonable.

During the following days, I looked for

reasons to prolong the envoys 'stay. I

spoke with Naamah about her land and

her beliefs. I intended to instruct her

in the truth, but each conversation

awakened in me a curiosity no longer

fitting for a teacher. I believed I had

defeated the kingdom of darkness

without understanding that its prince

no longer needed to resist the ring. It

was enough for him to wait for my own

pride to do for him what no force had

achieved.

What I seek is to unify my people, to

understand them. That is a noble

thought.

Thank you. It is what I think.

However, deep in my heart, something

was about to change, as my wisdom

warned me, but my heart would not

listen.

We have different beliefs. Could it

affect us?

No, I do not seek to change your ideals

, I only seek peace. I am glad to hear

that.

She never asked me to deny the Most

High. Instead, she spoke of respect,

alliances, and small gestures capable

of uniting two peoples. The only thing

I want from you is your love.

She assured me that it was not

necessary to believe in her gods to

honor the traditions of her fathers.

Those words seemed reasonable and for

that reason, they found a place within

me. Meanwhile, the demons continued

working on the temple. The columns

occupied their places, and the

sanctuary began to show the greatness I

had imagined. Each day confirmed that

the seal still obeyed me. I came to

think that this proved God approved of

all my decisions. I did not understand

that a gift can remain in a man's hands

even after his heart has begun to stray

. Benaiah remained silent. He no longer

tried to defy me. Sometimes I caught

him watching me from the construction

site with an expression I then

interpreted as resentment. Naamah

finally asked me to accompany her to a

place outside the city where the men of

her people offered incense.

They will be happy to see you.

It is an honor.

We will go to the temple.

She assured me that my presence would

be a sign of peace. I should have

refused. I knew the law and remembered

my father’s words. Even so, I

accepted, convinced that my faith was

too firm to be affected by a ceremonial

gesture. The altar was small and

surrounded by torches. There was only

Naamah, a few emissaries, and a metal

image upon the stone. Solomon, I do not

ask you to renounce the God of your

fathers. When they handed me a simple

offering, I felt the weight of the ring

on my hand.

Just allow this incense to be given to

Milcom.

I remembered the forest, the voice of

Michael, and his warning.

He hears us. I could have left, but I

did not.

It is very important to me. I will

never forget this, Solomon.

I placed the offering on the altar and

allowed the fire to consume it. It was

a brief gesture, almost insignificant

in the eyes of those who accompanied me

. But something inside me broke. There

were no thunders or voices from heaven.

The world continued as before, and that

absence of signs made me believe that

nothing had happened. Then the ring

turned cold. I returned to Jerusalem

before dawn and went with Naamah to my

chambers, since she wanted to celebrate

and spend time with me. The wisest king

that exists and ever will exist. My

mind was warning me, but my heart and

my flesh would not let me listen.

Thank you.

Let us toast to our future.

To King Solomon. I feel that with you,

I can be myself.

I feel the same for you, my king.

Every step I took, I did for her, for

love, but I was setting aside something

very important. Will you marry me? Yes,

yes I will. What became of my faith and

my conviction? Time passed. She moved

with me to my kingdom and my plans

changed from one moment to the next.

Now I only wanted to please her,

regardless of anything else. We were

married. It was the most beautiful

wedding the kingdom had ever seen. And

from that moment on, many things

changed in my mind. Day-to-day life

became a routine, a routine in which my

mind was trapped. Merchants visited the

kingdom, brought jewels from afar, and

important people visited me. I began to

see luxury, the good life, as something

I needed. Together with Naamah, we

traveled, visited new places, new

cities. I had it all, but something I

was forgetting. Something was fading

away inside of me. The presence of Him

who had given me everything, the God of

my fathers, the God of David, the God

of Israel, the Most High.

Ornias. Oh, God, what have I done? I

told you, son of David. Your time is up

.

No, it is not up.

The ring is the same, but the hand that

wears it is no longer. Grace has

abandoned you, son of David. Are you

okay, honey?

Yes, yes, it was just a nightmare.

It is time to go.

Yes, let's go. More and more I noticed

I was having the same nightmare. Again

and again, night after night.

Honey, the merchants have arrived. And

our visitors have already left.

Ah, yes, yes, honey, thank you.

You seem strange. Are you sure you are

okay?

Yes. I did not understand what it was

or why I was dreaming that. I only knew

it was tormenting me all day long. I

only thought about that. Ornias, I want

you to build the north wall starting

today.

We will do it. Despite the constant

nightmares, I felt good. I had

everything, a beautiful woman, a

kingdom. Each time I felt more powerful

. I could control the spirits. They

worked for me. I had power, but little

by little I forgot whose that power was

, but I did not think the day would

arrive so fast, the day when everything

began to crumble. Yes.

There is something I want to do, dear.

Yes, tell me.

I want an altar for Milcom.

Yes, we will do it,

since it has given us so much.

Honey, are you okay? Yes, everything is

in order.

Despite everything, the wisdom the Most

High had given me still screamed at me,

but I decided to ignore it. I began to

plan the altar to Milcom. I looked for

material, hired blacksmiths, hired

carpenters, hired stonemasons. I wanted

to create a facade so the plan to build

the altar with the ring's help would

not be seen. The people began to murmur

. They began to wonder whose altar it

was and for what purpose; since I had

previously built an altar to the God of

Israel, I decided to explain nothing

and simply turn a deaf ear until the

temple was finished. I heard rumors of

some who were starting to doubt my

beliefs, but I chose to ignore them. At

first, I thought I could please Naamah

without turning away from the Most High

. She did not ask me to abandon my

faith or to publicly deny the God of my

fathers. Her request seemed much

smaller. She desired a secluded place

where she could honor the god of her

people. In the same way that she had

done before arriving in Jerusalem. She

spoke to me of her customs, of the land

she had left behind, and the emptiness

she felt living among people who did

not understand her beliefs. I listened

to her words, and because I wished to

please her, I began to seek reasons to

justify that which I knew deep down I

should not allow. I convinced myself

that building a foreign sanctuary did

not mean accepting the god that would

be worshipped within it. I thought I

could raise its walls as a gesture of

love toward my wife while keeping my

fidelity to the Most High intact. That

was the first lie I spoke without words

, for I did not need to say it before

anyone to begin believing it. I did not

want the people to know my intentions.

I feared the reaction of the priests

and those who still clearly remembered

the law given to our fathers. That is

why I chose to do it at night. During

the day, I continued to present myself

before the people. I listened to their

disputes and spoke about the

construction of the temple. But my

thoughts remained fixed on that other

work. Which no one knew about. When the

night covered the city and the palace

gates were closed, I would leave the

kingdom in secret. I took the ring with

me and summoned the spirits to

transport the stones and raise the

walls of the pagan sanctuary. They

obeyed as they had always done,

although I could perceive a different

satisfaction on their faces. When they

worked on the temple of the Most High,

every order seemed to humiliate them.

Instead, while building that place,

they did it without protest, as if they

understood the meaning of my decisions

better than I did. Bbu never tried to

stop me. Some nights he remained apart,

watching as the columns rose under the

moonlight. I interpreted his silence as

obedience, without understanding that

he did not need to oppose me. It was

enough for him to see me use an

authority received from God to raise an

altar dedicated to a foreign deity.

Little by little, I began to distance

myself from my people as well. The

audiences seemed long to me. The needs

of men interrupted my thoughts. And the

responsibilities I once considered

sacred became a burden. I waited

impatiently for the night to fall,

because only then could I leave the

palace, meet with Nama, and watch the

progress of the work I had promised her

. Each stone placed in that sanctuary

drew me a little further from what I

had sworn to defend. However, my fall

was so slow that I failed to recognize

it. I still prayed, I still spoke the

name of the Most High, and I still

carried the seal in my hand. That is

why I believed my faith remained intact

. I did not understand that a man can

keep the words of his belief long after

he has turned his heart away from it.

When the foreign temple was nearly

finished, Nama asked me to enter with

her and offer a small tribute. She

assured me it would not be an act of

worship, but the final gesture needed

to show her that her people and her

gods had a place within my kingdom. By

then, I had already given in so many

times that this request did not seem

greater than the others. That night I

walked toward the altar, convinced that

I could still turn back whenever I

wanted. I did not understand that I had

been drifting away for a long time, and

that every step taken to please the

flesh had led me to a place where the

ring's power could no longer save me

from myself. Oh. Where are you? Where

are you?

What happened? What are you looking for

? Ornias. Oh God, what have you done?

God, forgive me. I was not seeing, I

was not listening.

And it was in that moment that the

scales fell from my eyes. I was not

seeing with my eyes, for I had a

spiritual blindfold. I understood then

that I had never mastered the demons

through my wisdom or my lineage. They

obeyed because I remained under a

greater authority. By turning away from

it, I had been reduced to what I always

was. A man holding a piece of metal.

The spirits disappeared before the sun

rose. No one could explain why the work

stopped that day. I did not tell the

truth either. For years, I tried to

justify myself. I told myself I had

acted out of love, for diplomacy, or

for the well-being of the kingdom. In

time, I understood that all those

reasons hid a simpler truth. I had

preferred to satisfy my desire rather

than obey. Michael had warned me that

the power did not belong to me.

Beelzebub had shown me that a gift

could turn into pride. Ornias had

taught me that some spirits destroy men

little by little. However, none of them

was responsible for my fall. The door

was opened by my own hand. I write

these words so that no one confuses my

story with the victory of a king over

demons. I saw the invisible world and

forced ancient creatures to bow, but

all of that did not make me invincible.

The ring could subdue spirits, but it

could not govern my heart. That was the

enemy I never managed to chain. I did

not abandon the Most High in an instant

. First, I stopped placing His will

above my own. Then, I began to

interpret His commandments according to

what I found convenient. Finally, I

came to believe I could keep His favor

while using His gifts to satisfy

desires contrary to the purpose for

which they were given. The power I

received had a purpose. It had not been

placed in my hands to magnify my name.

To satisfy my desires, nor to prove I

was superior to other kings. It was

granted to me to build a house

dedicated to the living God and to

fulfill a work that belonged to Him. As

long as I remembered that purpose, the

gift was a tool of obedience. When I

separated it from its origin, I tried

to turn it into a personal possession.

That was where my true loss began. I

did not lose the gift because the Most

High was fickle, nor because the seal

had ceased to hold meaning. I lost it

because I wanted to keep the authority

without remaining subject to the One

who had granted it to me. I wished to

continue using God's power while my

heart learned to live far from Him. But

no gift replaces obedience. A crown

cannot do it. Neither can wisdom. Not

even the ability to subdue invisible

beings could protect me from the

consequences of my own decisions. The

greater the authority I had received,

the greater my responsibility became.

That which had been a sign of divine

favor ended up revealing the gravity of

my disobedience. I also understood that

idols do not need to have life to

dominate men. An image of metal does

not listen, does not speak, and does

not answer. Yet, it can occupy the

place that belonged to God when a man

places his desires, his affection, and

his obedience in it. The true power of

an idol is not found in the stone or

gold with which it was formed, but in

what the heart is willing to sacrifice

to serve it. I was not defeated by the

strength of a foreign god. I was

defeated by my desire to please myself.

The flesh promised me that I could

obtain what I desired without losing

what I had already received. It made me

believe I could live between two

loyalties, keep the appearance of

faithfulness, and at the same time feed

what took me away from it. That promise

is always false. A divided heart ends

up leaning toward what it feeds the

most. When I was finally able to see it

, I understood that my greatest enemy

had never been in front of my throne.

Demons could be interrogated, named,

and subdued. My own desire, however,

hid behind arguments that seemed wise.

It spoke with my voice, used my

thoughts, and turned my knowledge into

a defense of my disobedience. That is

why it was more dangerous than all of

them. My story shows that a man can

overcome great forces and still remain

a slave to himself. He can raise

temples, govern nations, and be admired

for his wisdom. While inwardly turning

away from the purpose that gave meaning

to everything he received. The Most

High gave me a gift so His name would

be honored, but I let that same gift

feed my own greatness. He gave me

wisdom to lead His people, but I used

it to justify my desires. He showed me

the fragility of idols, yet I ended up

bowing my will to that which had no

life. The blindfold fell from my eyes

when I could no longer mistake God's

favor for my own ability. Then I

understood that the purpose had never

been to show how much power my hand

could hold, but how long my heart could

remain in obedience. That is the truth

that remained after everything. A man

does not lose his way only when he

stops believing in God. He can also

lose it when he continues to speak His

name, but no longer lets His will

govern his decisions. I had sinned by

swearing loyalty to foreign gods. I

fell into the desire of the flesh and

pushed God from my heart, and despite

my failings and all my sins, He did not

stop loving me. He received me with

mercy and granted me His forgiveness.

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