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 called forth all of my willpower. Trying to stand even though my body would not respond. And lo and behold I did.

It was not only the refusal of my body but the refusal of my mind. It was like a mental block that I had to overcome. Like I was being trapped in a cycle of despair.

But I had overcome it and stood once more. The block... it can't be called that anymore. Whatever that creature may be... whatever kind of beast it is. There's nothing stopping my feet. Not anymore.

A finger grazed my waist. Gone. My swords gone. But I don't care. It hadn't helped much either way. Despite the learned habits... my claws are more than enough.

I smirk. Freedom at last. And with it... there's nothing to stop me from running off the roof. I jump over any blockade and find myself witnessing a battle of wills.

Both Ellaine and the monster had come to a sort of stalemate. Each trying to best the other. But that's not all. It was like they had similar abilities.

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