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 grew. Bulging out into areas once untouchable in the sunlight. Again, they grew.

Shadows that lurk ever on. A shadow that balloons into the size of a building. A shadow that consumed the very sunlight that served to contain it.

My stomach lurched. It's horrible, it's sickening. The sight. I find myself staring, gaze bulged as the body - once a shadow - is consumed.

I- had the fight not ended with her intervention. With the coming of Lily?

But the boy. His limbs stretching as he yawns. The same sound that disrupts the entire field of battle.

A distraction? No. It's more than that. A clear curse that I will forever remember.

It's as clear as the day, and as the moments passed by… As the shadow I fight found its struggle in my grasp. It's pulled, suctioned towards the boy.

And it struggles. Whatever intelligence left, consumed by the desire to live.

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