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

I fiddled with the blood in my hand. All the while walking back to the motel where I'm sure Lily is. How? That's simple dear~ And quite fucking obvious!

A couple minutes. I'd only walked off for maybe ten at the most. And Lily doesn't have any place that she needs to be, so enraptured by my core that she is. There's no way that she hasn't stopped fondling it.

Oh. And there's also this feeling. An instinct telling me to go there. It's hard to resist the pull of my own gut. It's also the reason why I'm holding blood in my hands. The calming and soothing presence helps my sanity.

But even still I'm drawn here. To the little place that both Lily and I have come to call home... however temporary it might be.

I want to know why too. Why am I being drawn here? Why is my gut telling me that I need to be there? Does it have to do with my core?

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