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

A frigid cold, only felt during winter. A hot summer humidity, felt in the blistering heat. Even the slight touch of another, the felled trees as they pass through my ethereal body. I can't feel any of them.

Neither can I feel the hands that reach and touch me. I am a spirit. Made by the will of my creator. And should he want me to die, I can do nothing but feel joy and let it happen. I am his. And his will is mine.

For it is his mana that had created me. His will. His everything.

And with that mana comes power, enough to pick up a few objects. I'm nothing, the thoughts keep coming to mind, I just play at a real existence.

But when I look upon him. Those curious orbs, the slightly twitching ears, even the scowl as he would look over the balcony. I know that I have purpose. And oh! When he commands me. When he gives me such splendid purpose.

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