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 warm air caressed my skin. My fur swayed lightly in the morning wind. Another high-rise, another roof. I seem to be finding myself around these... so- so much more in these days. Like... a kind of comfort.

But today's different. Far different for some reason. My nose dips to the sky. Faintly... oh' so faintly, I smell something. A whiff of blood. A heavy scent that seemed to have disappeared from my mind - from my nose - for the past few days.

Quite a jarring way to rediscover it, huh?

That peace, that which I had worked for, that people had worked for... that my belongings want so much. It's gone. Like the wind.

The calm before the storm.

I- My breath hitches as I take in the dense morning air. It burns cold on my tongue.

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