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

Shadows grew, naturally aligned areas of sunlight consumed by the being. It ballooned into the size of a building. It was horrible, it was sickening. The sight. I found myself staring, my eyes looking in horror as the body, once a shadow, was now consumed.

The boy, it sprawled its limbs out, stretching as it opened its mouth. A yawn, one that had disrupted the battle field. At first it was innocent, a mere distraction to the true fight. But it had turned out to be more than that. A curse that I would forever remember. It was as clear as day, as the moments passed by. As the shadow I fought found its struggle in my grasp. It was being pulled, suctioned towards the boy.

No, the boy was no longer one. It was no longer a human, no longer a being that could even masquerade as one. It was horrific. A being that seemed to be grafted with the traits of the ones it had absorbed.

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