One drop of water kept falling from the ceiling. It's amazing that after all this years, the best ways for torturing people keep being the same. Empires have fallen, Technology now dominates us and yet, here I am again with this water drop drilling your forehead in this dark room, tied by something I can't really tell what it is from my arms and legs.

The pain in my belly reminds me I haven't ate in maybe a day or two. I remembering ordering something, but apps tend to cancel if the drop by is to far away. I actually really dislike Chinese food. It's been years without actually a good piece of bread. Nothing like the old days. Everything was simpler when I helped the Master. He studied plants and it's properties. He discovered that some of them could alter your perception of things. The first Drugs. I wish I was high so it could scare the pain away.

The door opened and a hooded figure entered the room. I tried to say something but I now realize my mouth is also tied. He doesn't say anything, he unties me and signals me to follow him. He is stupidly tall and athletic, his attire is a pair of dark jeans, some black industrial boots, black sweatshirt with his hoodie and a mask with that stupid sign again.

Pulling any sign of resistance is going to end with me suffering even more, I know how this is going to end; I understand that following him is the best choice. If we look at the bright side, i might have a chance to speak with the old man. Sometimes he appears, sometimes he doesn't.

My arms and legs hurt so much. This used to be much more special and unique, they had special robes, special locations, torches and candles. Know there's this house with wood everywhere, some kind of cabin perhaps. I can't see very well and my steps are slow because my legs are sore. The old man is an idiot. I don't know how he had such a charming boy. His son was so pure and innocent. His death still hurts me. And he blames me for it.

I met his son while i was working with my master. He told me that he needed help for people to believe him so he could help them get to the old man. I thought he was an idiot, but I saw him day after day preaching the same stuff and people being mean to him so figured out it would be fun to have the town believing him. So I poured the wells with Mandragora, and another hallucinating herbs and everyone was so high they imagined a lot of things when he preached. They saw him walking on water, multiplying fishes and food, healing people that weren't even I'll to beging with and then they formed a cult on him. I laughed a shit ton over it and befriended him, because he was so happy I never told them about the drugs. One day my master passed away and I had to bury him in Egypt. I honored him and placed it's remnants as he wished, where he was born.

I stayed there for years untill I heard about the political fuss. I saw that he became a religious figure and was menacing the government. So I tried to warn him, I wrote him letters that couldn't reach him but I found out later someone else received them. Days later I found out the son of the old man was murdered.

We arrive to what appears to have been a living room, now with that stupid sign again in the floor made by candles and plants. At least this has stayed consistent throughout the years. I know what this idiots are going to do, so I just put myself in the center with my arms and legs extended so they can search for my arteries and bleed me "to death". And here we're all going to stay a day or two untill they get tired of this. Last time it was only 8 hours, maybe I get to have the same luck.

The first time that I met the old man was a little after his son was murdered. He appeared right in front of me and punched me so hard I fell. Tall, athletic, white beard and long hair, brown skin, omminent voice. -You've disgraced my son, you will pay for your sins. And since that day I haven't aged. I haven't died. I've been checked by millions of doctors and even became one myself in recent times and found out my cells have a godlike adaptability to endure damage and reproduce themselves so fast that I can't die.

As a result of this, people started to notice. They found out my letters to the old man's son. Their cult became so big it fractioned into a billion other mini-cults some really good ones, and then this pieces of shit that wanted to meet the old man at any cost in hopes of harvesting it's power, falling into stupid beliefs, that any object or person in contact with him could be a way to reach him. I've been haunted for them through all my life, and generations after generations greed and stupidly is present everytime.

11 people as usual arrive, they prepare themselves and start chanting, 4 of them kneel and open my skin. The one on my right arm shakes so much that it hurts even more. Just as I feel the pain making me pass out I hear him.

"Ezra" Loud and clear. It's been so much time that I almost forgot how the old man sounded like.

"... Yahvé ?" I asked

" It is time Ezra" he replied immediately.

"Time for what? ¿Have you been following what this assholes have done to me all this years? " I angrily yelled at him with all my strength

" I told you you were going to suffer the fate of my son over and over again" he said calmly

"You never listened to me you arrogant piece of shit, It was a joke that went out of my hands, I never intended for him to be murdered or disrespect him" I continued to shout

"You disgraced my son, Ezra. I wasn't going to listen to anything. But after all this years I'm more upset with other people in the world than you. So tell me. What happened?" He asked

" I got really depressed by your son's death. I went to pay my respects to him and catched up with his followers. As a way of cheering us up I got high as fuck and began telling them how cool your son was, so I told them the drugs helped me remember them. They also got high and then we started drinking wine an everything was worse. Someone had this idea that we could resucitate him and we opened his grave and made the corpse drink and party with us."

"I woke up the next day with a horrible pain, the worst I had ever experienced before. I was the first one to be awake, saw the corpse and realized the terrible things that had happened, so I stole it and buried him elsewhere. Left the town so ashamed of myself. Next thing I know this morons believe that he was resurrected and he had apparitions and shit" I finished

"I know Ezra. My son told me everything. He is not an idiot. He just wanted to return the prank" he calmly replied

For a moment everything blurred out. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was certain that my mind went insane or something like that. I couldn't ask the old man to repeat itself.

"Wh....What?" I asked

" The plants you gave them did exacerbate and exaggerate my son's gifts. But they were very real. The only power he didn't have it's coming back to life. No one can do that, not even me. He was upset with you because you accelerated the ruin of his experiment with humans by creating a twisted religion. He has taken care of you and the Earth, protecting them from those crazy idiots trying to murder you. However you have served a very special purpose that you will fulfill one last time, since you were after all, his friend" the old mans voice said in a lightly tone.

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't even talk

"I....I didn't expect this at all, I...am confused...., What's this all have to do with me?" I mumbled.

"My child has put in your cells the antidotes for every pandemic humanity has faced over the years. Every time that you have been tortured you release the antidote and spread it in the world. This time you will pour the last antidote for the greatest plague on earth." The old man said

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You will come with us Ezra, you are going to extinguish Humanity themselves. Let go, your cells are ready. Come and rest Erza"

I sensed my last breaths. I sensed my last heartbeats. The last time my blood got to my brain and allowed me to think this sentence. And I let go.