Alam Baarah

Third Party POV

The dungeons of the fortress at Alam Baarah stunk of rotting flesh, blood, and decomposing corpses. Everywhere the eye can see, the shifters rot in their cells. Newer ones only had some beating wounds and bruising. However, anyone who stayed longer than 3 days soon found out that this was a place of doom, place of torture and place of no escape. Once you entered Alam Baarah, you never left. Alive. You never left alive.

The screams of torture were coming from the adjoining chamber, yet she did not flinch. Her dark demon eyes were scanning the reports, and something caught her eye. The Master will be pleased – very, very pleased, she thought with a sneer, and called Tocher. “I have the information on the target”, she smirked. “Notify the Master I will be upstairs shortly!”. The screams next door, in the chamber where the young ones were held, was music to her ears. They always cried the most, she thought. Such little creatures, so useless. Well, except for fresh meat w