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

"So…" The man drawled, his voice almost nervous against the night wind. I sighed and turned over, looking at him.

I was grumpy, I was about to go to sleep but apparently the guy wanted to talk, about what, I couldn't really tell. But I just wanted to sleep. Against his wishes apparently.

"So what?" I asked, my tone dry, trying to show that I was tired.

"Ah, sorry to disturb your sleep. But I need to know."

"What?" I asked, one of my eyes closed as I tried to catch some shut eye.

"I know that you've survived here for a long while after the collapse, and by seeing you fight I know how. But why, you have the power to leave yourself and get out of here, so really, why do you stay here?"

I narrowed my one open eye and looked at the man. His smile was smug as he cleaned his gun through the flames flickering light. It was as if he had found something out.

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