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 which, after beatings and flaying, was useful to sell to various rouge demon clans and, of course, her best buyer, Queen Rowena. This was her little side gig where she not only enjoyed herself but also made extravagant amounts of money. A long excruciating scream came from the chamber across. Those were not torture cells per se, they were the ones where experiments were done.


Alas, none of the experiments were successful to date and meat was not usable after all the hormones, poisons, and toxins. The best she could do with those was feed a few rogue dragons with the remains – dragons who themselves were tortured and had no food. The poisons in meat rendered them more ferocious yet deformed, but that was its purpose in a way. Figuring out how to hurt dragons, the fiercest and strongest creatures of this realm, was one of the goals after all. Looking at her long nails, she noticed crusted blood. Ah, that stupid werewolf girl!! She cried and cried until Daria ripped her little heart out and ate it in front of her little sister, who at that moment was getting raped by a few crazed guards. They would tear her limb by limb later, she thought, with a grin. You had to give boys something to make them happy, let them have some fun, blow off steam, she rationalized.


Straightening her long dark hair, she took one glance in the mirror. Her hair was a beautiful ebony color, her face had a few blotches of blood still, but her plump lips and gorgeous dark eyes on her porcelain skin stood out as always. Standing at close to 6ft tall, lean but muscular, she was a lethal killing machine. Trained since a young age by her father’s warriors, she was unmatched in her skills. Well, save for her twin brother, Darius. Darius, she thought to herself, and something akin to tears glistened in her eyes. They killed him.


Initially, all this was about him. Initially, she wanted to avenge him. But as time went by, she became AlRahib, the harbinger of death. They took her baby brother, and they would all be dead. And she would have fun doing it!!!Rushing up to the fifth floor, she quickly opened a large double-sided oak door, each flanked by three Lycan guards, one scarier than the other. The Dark Lord’s guard consisted of Koomtaa Knights, his own private Lycan army who were almost as ruthless and precise as her. Almost, but not quite.

“You are late Daria”, she heard his loud cold voice boom before she even opened the door. “My Lord”, she fell on one knee in front of the large oak desk where he was sitting, his cold immovable eyes fixed on her. “I hear you have news” he spat.

She was not scared of him. In fact, she found him exciting, his blood lust a motivator, and his addiction to gore, sadism, and torture almost a turn on. Almost. It has been a long time since she has been interested in men, but for him, she may bend her desires. Young girls trembled when she raped them and drank their blood after, but it was, at this point, getting boring. Somebody like the Dark Lord would certainly match her own wantonness, she thought, with a sly smile he could not see.


“My Lord, my spies have located the Tribrid”.


The temperature in the room suddenly shifted. It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of it, and it became cold, excruciatingly cold. She was no fan of cold and ice but had no choice. The windows became icy in the matter of seconds and icicles started forming around furniture and heads of dead animals hanging as ornate decorations. “How legitimate are your sources?” he asked in a monotone tone, seemingly uninterested. But by now, she knew him better. Even without looking at him, she could feel his heartbeat, his nostrils flare and his aura deepen, freezing the water in the glass on the table. She knew he was excited.

“These are my exclusive spies, the best I have, My Lord. The Tribrid has been spotted in Alexandria, more specifically at the Library”, she said, still on her knees, her head still in submission, not making eye contact. Silence. She knew he was absorbing this news and dared not interrupt him. She made that mistake once before, and she will certainly never make it again. “Anything else?” his tone cut through the thick cold air now, leaving no room for discussion. “Yes, My Lord. She was not alone. She was with Solomon”. A thunderous roar erupted, nearly bringing her breathing to a halt. She noticed her head was spinning and about to explode, her nose bleeding from his sheer power. The windows behind her shattered and iced glass was flying with tremendous speed all over the room, until it finally broke too. Luckily, she wore her dragon infused steel armor but a few glass pieces hit her in the head and one lodged in her hand. Hurt like a motherfucker, but she dared not move.


“Is the serum ready Daria?”. She dreaded this question and feared the punishment that surely would come because of the answer. “No, it is not. The last of the hybrids we had expired yesterday, and even with his blood, we made no progress, My Lord”. Silence. Deadly silence again. “We soon will have more hybrids, this time, of stronger blood. Prepare the dungeons for royal guests!” he sneered with a chuckle. “With pleasure My Lord”. She was still not moving, blood still coming from her nose, and her hand was pinned by the glass. “Look at me Daria”, he commanded. She raised her head and met his dark lilac eyes, which sent cold shivers down her spine. “Fail me, and you may join our new guest in the royal chambers”, he smirked. “You are a royal after all too” he said, not breaking the gaze. “I will not fail you My Lord!”, she said keeping her eyes fixed on his.



He said nothing, and for a moment there was nothing but the sound of wind coming from outside. “Now, Daria, GET OUT AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!!! WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME AND WE NEED THE SERUM!!!” OUT!!