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 cover my ears. Trying to mute the sound of gunfire from at least deafening me and my hearing. But it's useless. There's another pair atop my ears - I want to grumble about them - but despite everything… well they're quite useful.

But if course~ everything has to be so~ loud. Like deafeningly loud. Another sigh. And my claws tear at another throat.

I'm once more in the fray of battle. The boy takes a step back and I'm forced to do the same.

A spear radiating energy stabs its tip at me.

I growl. A rumble coming from the same place he so deigned to attack.

My eyes narrow. And I crouch in a follow up. The spear flies above me, and I claw with all my strength.

I growl. Really, if only for a moment. But right then, in that moment of thought. I can think of nothing... Nothing but the pain as a fist slams into me. Nothing but the rage as I'm sent flying through and into the nearest building.

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