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

They died one after the other. When more died trying to form a protective circle around me... just- ugh... I feel a knot in my throat. Just- more and more died.

Each of them were nameless, each of them were summoned seconds after the other... each of them are a precious part of me. They're mine... all of them... they're all mine.

So- so they sho- should die for me... Yeah, if... if I live then their deaths are just, are right..

But my this knot in my stomach doesn't agree with those thoughts. It doesn't. As another wave of her hand brings death to more just trying to protect me.

I look desperately, even as my vision turns gray at the loss of blood. Any wound that I try to heal is swiftly turned back into a wound.

She's playing with her food at this point.

Her feet clack against the ground. Rough claws that dig into the asphalt.

She steps over the corpses of my creations. Her eyes are listless, as if this was a routine for her.

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