Today I’m going to tell you guys my story, I’m the man who stopped being a human, who became a murder, then a legend, and finally a monster. Some people say that I’m God, but that can’t be more far away from the true. Because I’m someone who despise gods, who abhor and hate gods, gods took everything away from me, so now I’m the one in charge of taking everything from those filthy beings that some still call Gods.

A day far away in the future, I don’t know which day is it, but at the hour that the sun embraces the great mountains on the horizon, in a country that now has no name, but with a warm weather, in a small shack made of mud and straw you could hear some loud and desperate moans.

There were Abdul and Kora, a couple with skin colored like the sand in the desert, and while Kora keeps giving unstoppable moans, Abdul held her hand, and then, in a second a small head popped between Koras legs, the head of an innocent child filled with dreams about an uncertain and innocent future coming to this new world.

Between all this turmoil a different moan appeared, but this one, was more like a cry of happiness, this time it was made from a happy Abdul, who let her hand go, and came closer, to old this new life, to clean it, and cut the umbilical cordon.

They had a small masculine boy who had all of his fingers and pitch-black colored eyes which they called Drago.

Among that much happiness Abdul went near Kora, so she could greet her small boy, and he could meet her mother who with a lot of love and care, carried him for 9 months. But Kora had her eyes closed, she didn’t move, and in her face only a smile filled with peace was all that was left, and her body slowly was getting colder.

She couldn’t even meet her small boy, because the last moan she gave, the last push who carried that new life, that was the last breath of her life.

Abdul hugged that small boy while asking her “why?” “Kora you shouldn’t have left us, we still need you, here is our son, come back for him, please, who’s going to teach him how to cook a delicious shawarma and who’s going to teach him how to dance gracefully?”

There he was, with mixed feelings, happy for his newborn, but sad for the loss of the love of his life; Abdul took a decision, he took the baby on his arms, then with his other hand, he took a piece of cloth and cleaned the still blooded baby, after that, he grabbed another piece of cloth, he places the boy inside and strapped him to his back. He cried once again, making a promise to himself, and to Kora, that this would be the las tears that he would drop, then he dismissed his loved one.

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He took the oil-lamp, and throw it next to Kora’s feet, the fire was growing, enveloping his loved one, it hurt so bad, but it was better if his body became ashes instead of a wicked experiment of the monsters that now inhabit our earth.

While that fire keeps eating everything, growing from Kora’s feet, he remembered, that he needed provisions, so he took some food, and goat milk for Drago.

Abdul went on his way to the nearest city, this was a city called Kiryat Mal'aji, he kept walking, taking care of his small child, sometimes asking for more food from strangers, other times even stealing, all for the sake of his son, and on the fifth day he could see the roofs of some big buildings, the largest ones looked like they could touch heaven. And just before dawn they arrived at the doors, the biggest doors they had ever seen, those great doors remained opened and on each side was a bearded man covered in brown tunics, they were skinny, almost like skeletons, they seemed weak, even weaker than him, but he knew that those man, were seekers, and couldn’t allow entrance to anyone who was stained by a different god, only those who worshiped the god of Israel, or that didn’t have a believe could enter.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I could feel those eyes, they could see beyond, they could see inside of me.

In that city full of people, Abdul soon established himself in a local pottery workshop, it was a small family business, but they offered him work, and a small room to sleep on the second floor.

Five years passed in a blink, and Abdul already had his own shop, where he sells the basins and pots that he made on the workshop.

During those years Drago was a very happy child, his father and everyone else on the workshop took care of him. They were the owner called Kashir, his wife Karma, and their four boys called Ramses, Cain, Tomas and Creon. And he manages to learn a lot of things from them.

Ramses taught him how to work with clay, and how to make thin and delicate figures and forms with his own fingers, he taught him how to use his hands in a soft and flexible way with the clay, the secrets of fire, temperature, and about to wait for the right timing, don’t pressure things.

Cain and Tomas taught him how to get away, to escape in the precise moment that one gets distracted, and also how to cheat in the card games so that he could always win, they also show him how to steal when needed, but his dad found out about it and punished him, telling him that he could go to prison if he got caught, or that something worse could happen, if an Apostol sees him stealing, he could sever his hand, and he would be a cripple for life.

Mrs. Karma taught him how to read, some say that he was still young for that, but he learnt how to read, to write and some of the numbers.

Mr. Kashir taught him the art of conversation, how to make mistakes and failures into something valuable, and how to make people open to him.

Those were some hard lessons, but Drago was a sponge, he learnt everything he could, he was happy, with a very peculiar family, but happy.

Wait, I forgot Creon, no, just kidding Creon is my best friend, so I left him for last, he’s just 12 years old, but he’s the small one between his brothers, he taught me how to play, and how to get away from girls, because they have cooties, but I didn’t understand that about girls, because in the store we have a lot of customers that are girls, and I have never gotten cooties.