The only difference wasn’t that I was created from fire and Adam from clay.

This mud made me fear the curiosity of his mind and the strength of his contemplation.

I hated Adam who was asking about everything.

The greedy for knowledge, despite the weakness of his defeated body in front of all those present,

Of all I was the desire, the dream and the curiosity,

Until Adam came and my only rival came with him,

I would do what I did,

No matter how repeated the scene, I could not see him hear what I heard,

And know what I knew,

The children of Adam believe that Satan is sitting on a throne of stone.

With tattered clothes, though I am hundreds of years ahead of them,

But they underestimate the unknown,

I will dictate to them my sciences;

To be a weapon that quenches my thirst for their blood,

And their awaited hell...