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

The wind blows, the force of which launching me to my feet. That doesn't diminish my resolution. Not at all. Nothing will. This fight. It has to be won. And from that letter, a fatal weakness has been found. And I, the harbinger, will reap its death.

But that's better than dying. Better than lying face down on the floor waiting for death.

My burns hurt. My eye tries to blink, and all I get is searing pain in response. But I smile. A small thing filled with hope.

Then the warnings. Heh~ That if I were to fail my task well, then we'd all be doomed to a slow, painful death.

But that's the truth, is it not? There was no need for extra motivation.

It's terrifying, and I'd rather not think of it.

After all, a resurrecting monster, one that only grows more powerful with age, yes, that thing cannot be allowed to survive.

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