The sound of tortured souls filled the air. This was a place where the moral value and motto were punishment and torture. It was hell after all. One shouldn't expect flowers and butterflies around. The floor was made up of molten lava.
The air was hot and stuffy. There was neither plants nor any other form of life in this part of the realm. Hell, as they say, was the most humongous place that was in existence. This was the only other place where neither supernatural beings nor humans were discriminated against.
Any soul that found its way in had no way of getting out. The punishments were unending. But then, it wasn't all bad either. It was divided into four main parts. Each with its function. For the first time in his life, Arif felt delighted and appreciated the existence of the partitions.
