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

Night came like always. The sun set in the sky, creating an illusion of beauty. Like a quiet settling to a long day. Ah! But this night is not to be quiet. No! I felt a breath atop mine. His rifle hung by his side and I- I relaxed against our vehicle.

A quiet little thing that hummed its way towards our destination.

"Many of you will die." Our superior said. "Look around you, at the children shivering in fear, at the men and woman displaced from their homes. Family ripped apart by those heretical angels. I ask that you think not of your death, but the salvation your power will bring. So please… if not for the country, for your fellow man. I ask you to go."

I swallow. His words still ring in my mind.

It's a suicide mission. Don't go.

52 (Bonus)