Once upon an Ark

Angelo, leader of the Brutes, sat alone on a mountaintop, hand on chin, deep in thought. He wondered for the umpteenth time if he made a mistake taking this assignment. This suicidal mission. This journey of no return.

They had arrived Earth more than a hundred years ago, having found a way to take on human form and take for themselves, wives, of the human folk. Their assignment was simply to come in unto the daughters of men who will bare them children. And to a large extent, they had done just that – maybe even surpassed all expectations by an unbelievably large margin. The whole land was corrupt all around them, and the seeds of immorality they had started to sow since arriving were now yielding tremendous results.

But again, there was Noah, and his prophecy. There was the boat he called 'An Ark,' and the danger that figure posed. There was an unbreakable security around that Ark that Angelo and his comrades had tried in futility to breach. Before long, they knew he was being protected by the Creator Himself. But there's always a way, isn't it? Didn't Lucifer find a way to get the first couple in the garden, and now the race of man on earth? There had to be a way he was not seeing. And the only option available seemed to be to destroy that thing Noah was building. Maybe the men could. Who knew? Sometimes great things are achieved by the smallest actions. These creatures, humans...there was something about them Angelo could never understand. They were treacherous by nature, and it only took some persuasion to get them to subscribe to the evilest of plans.

So, he rounded up the men of the city, devised a plan on destroying Noah's project, gave them the weak spots he and his comrades had spotted, and assured them of his unflinching support. The men had taken it upon themselves there and then and had gone ahead to attempt to prosecute what now seems a foolish, loose plan. And they had received the beating of their lives. That was many weeks ago. Still, Angelo had always personally observed the progress of the building until it was complete. And then…the flocking began! Nothing the Godmen did to ward off the animals had worked. The more they tried, the more the animals came. From every corner, in all forms, in groups, all morning and all night, until it seemed like the Ark was going to burst open. There was no animal left unrepresented.

But some days ago, the whole situation had taken a new turn. And the action frightened Angelo and his comrades remarkably. Noah went into the Ark with his wife, his three sons, their wives, and the door had been shut mysteriously behind them.

One of his comrades who had been set as an overnight watch maintained that he never saw who shut the door. But it wasn’t Noah. As far as he could tell, it was shut from outside and sealed tight.

Surely, no rain, or the ultimate flood, being used to threaten the race of man could harm Angelo and his brutes. That was a certain thing. They were beyond the grasp of death, and couldn't be destroyed by water, however high it rose.

He looked up now, thinking aloud why God would want to destroy the work of His hands – the crown of His creation, kill them, take their lives; though He made them in a painstaking, detail-oriented process that even the angels had monitored with rapt attention.

That said, he got down from the mountaintop, and made his way back the others, where they were gathered round, talking.

The action was swift, and totally unexpected. Chains snapped at the wrists and around the legs of every single one of them, and even cries which were beginning to rise from the mouths of the Brutes were muffled. These chains, of extraterrestrial origin, were impossible to break, and the Brutes spent the last ounce of strength left in them attempting to break the hold. It just wouldn't yield. One by one, they were whisked away, and the last thought that crossed Angelo’s mind right before he lost consciousness was, It's over. All is lost.