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

My eyes drooped. Blearily I blinked the gunk of sleep from them. Felt the alarms blare through my mind with what must've been a hazardous amount of messages.

"What'da want..." I moaned. Letting my sleep fall through my mouth and out into my tone.

[Intruders detected in owned dungeon]

"Fuck..." I groaned. Let my mind wander to whichever one it could be. My first? Maybe. The second I had taken over, more probable.

But of course it couldn't be that simple... No... I had to take the hint and open my palm. Twist the space around me and call upon a skill I haven't used even once.

|Portal|

And there it was. The core of my existence. The very object that dominates my life. Should it crack and fall to pieces, so too would my soul. I would die a death far truer than most.

But still I walked. Through the swirling colors and into the core of my existence.

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