There was a fierce pattering on the door, though Alciel, who was washing dishes, did not notice it. Lol.

The pattering increased in intensity, until it was actually audible. Alciel looked up and grabbing a bag, advanced to the door.

"Oh. There is a mouse. A brave mouse, but a mouse nonetheless." Alciel said. "I do not want to hurt you, little one, but Satan would be sad if a mouse had gobbled all his cookies up."

The door was flung open by someone outside, and Alciel saw a tiny quivering heap of raging goat prince.

"I… I'm not a mouse! Die, insolent wretch!"

Satan Jacob began stomping on Alciel's foot. Al was concerned. "My liege, what are you doing here? There is a mouse I'm hunting and you'll scare it away."

Satan looked around fearfully. "A mouse?"

"A mouse."

The small bundle of precious hugged Alciel's legs in a change of heart. "Will it bite my tail off? WIll it poop in my ears?"

Frowning, Demon General patted Satan's head. "Lucifer's been telling you stories, hasn't he? Don't listen to him."

"But you'll protect me? Alciel! I- I command you to protect me with all your might and prowess!"

The general leaned down and hugged him. "Always, my lord."

"Now let's go find that mouse."