Little Bit of Heaven

The Door

As me and Jam walked down the halls, passing Demons and enslaved mort souls glared us. They glared at me.

I ignored them, I could handle myself if it came down to that. Besides, Jam would make sure I was safe. Even still, his grip tightened on my hand every so often.

His face was getting darker the more times other Demons glared at me as well. I could sense that he was just trying his best not to attack them in front of me.

Quietly, I pulled on his hand, getting his attention. His lips were pulled into a snarl, his eyes dark and flaring.

I just gave him a soft smile.

"Mr. Jam, I'm fine. They won't hurt me."

His angry look softened some, his grip loosening slightly. He still kept a firm hold, though, probably in case there was a particularly brave Demon. It didn't matter though, he was more relaxed.

Picking up his pace, he gently dragged me further into the castle.

"Jam." Two familiar voices sounded, Winter and Xcellence standing by a large door.

Quickly, the Demons started talking in some rough dialect that I wasn't taught. It didn't matter as I more focused on the door.

The door was old, curved and warped from so many years of use. The design of the door was very beautiful too, carved from a broken sword it seemed. It depicted some mixed form of an Angel and Demon, the two being connected by a fire of some kind.

"Freshy?" A soft voice called to me, snapping me out of my trance.

I looked up to Mr. Jam, his lips pulled into a frown, worried. I quickly gave him a bright, happy smile.

"I'm fine!" I chirped.

My happy words made him relax, his expression shifting to a soft smile.

"Alright, come on, the meeting is starting soon." His voice was a bit hard at the mention of the meeting, but he didn't seem angry.

I just clung to his arm, giggling to myself. He was just a big sweetheart. Though... I do wonder what that door meant.