Darkest Desires → Caliban [CAOS]

epilogue

It was Dahlia's destiny to be trapped. To be used, manipulated, within the hands of another. Her sole purpose of being was a life of servitude, to serve one who could not amount to her level of power. She had learned of this time and time again.

The Pagans had been the first to start the cruel tradition of enslaving djinns when they burned down Dahlia's entire village millennia ago. Leaving her with nothing but guilt and heartache, they trapped her in a bottle where she was left alone and forgotten, buried under sand and dust for years to come. Stripped of her home and the comfort of the love of her family, with nothing but her tears of sorrow pulling her head under, Dahlia believed her life would proceed in its tedious path and that she would never experience the love of a family or friend or a boy again.

That was until Caliban came along. What at first appeared to be a symbiotic relationship between two individuals barely capable of standing in the same room as one another had eventually turned into something much more. He gave Dahlia a home, and the love she thought she would never encounter again. He gave her a freedom that was far more beautiful than that of being released from her bottle and life of servitude.

But as it goes for Dahlia... as it has been for millions of years, nothing gold can stay. The same way her home and her loved ones were stripped from her grasp, she lost all the love she built in Greendale. History repeated itself, ripping away the world she created for herself around the comfort of her friends and lover. Her entire world was burned to ash and rubble, just like it had before.

And she was left powerless, once again, trapped within the hands of another.

It was her destiny.