That's my family, we Noah. Who have had his memories reborn in suitable humans every generation for the last seven thousand years, all to carry out his revenge.

And we were getting quite close, too. I carried that man's 'Pleasure', so I learned to enjoy tasks I wouldn't have as an ordinary human. Tasks like tearing out the hearts of hearts of 'His' servants and destroying 'His' weapons. How many times do you suppose god lifted a finger to help even one of them?