SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

It was quite vivid. The day that my life changed so thoroughly. I was scared. Terrified really. But who wouldn't be? Really... who wouldn't be? When death charged so fiercely at you, would ye not cry at the hardship and ending.

Imprinted upon my mind. A true death. Pain and apathy in equal measures. I felt immeasurable pain, like my body was wrangled through an endless hell... and still. When that all ended what was I left with... apathy. That's what it was.

A fear that this torture wouldn't end, and I would grow used to the sensation of utter despair.

I... I wasn't a great person. Born with a golden spoon. Servants at my beck and call. Coffers that couldn't be emptied in a thousand years. It was a life of luxury. Supreme luxury. One even the richest would be jealous of.

A life that people would - and had - died for.

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