Max shook his head in disbelief. What the Hell am I looking at? He asked himself, for before him stood a new adversary, deadlier than all the others put together. “Who are you?” He shouted at the mouse whose fur seemed to emit a glow, warm and comforting. It made one want to press their nose to its fur and wiggle it a bit.
The angel/mouse smiled at Max, and then gave him a wink. “I am the archangel Milton, sent from Heaven above to cast you back into Hell.”
“You, and what army?” Sneered Max, the demon from Hell.
Demon
Maxwell prowls the yard
Haunches up creeping up pounce
Soul lost forever
