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

There was a stabbing pain in my arm. It hurts… It hurts so much. But I endure. I don't just endure I… I… I… What did I do? Something. But- but the world looks so queasy, like my everything is spinning.

I make to hurl. But I can't even tell if I can do that. Did I fall to my knees? To my hands? To my… my… my…

There's a haunting laughter, one that consumes the attention of those around me. My vision expands and I feel the blood in the air.

Mine had splattered all around. Courtesy of the gunman, he narrows his eyes and cocks his head. Trying to decipher the mystery that is me.

My wounds don't close. No~! The blood simply stops~ I turn to him and raise my arms. Each glob of blood that had splattered far into the ground rises as another spear. It pierces the ground in so~ many places.

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