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

The hair on my arms rose. I felt Lily's hug tighten. Her arms tense with power, and my eyes... they searched the room for that oppressive feeling.

I felt it greater than the others. Customers... their teeth clenched, limbs tensed with little power. And their eyes searched for somewhere to escape to.

My plea was cut off. Someone screamed.

It burdened each and every customer. Non-combatants. None of them had experienced death, nor had they seen the blood packed action of a warzone.

And so they were stuck there. Feet rooted to the ground as the building shook around us. Wondering where to go, screaming their worries to the silent cafe.

Soon that was all I heard. Not the silent soothing's of a mother, neither the confident declaration. No. It was the screams of the damned.

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