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 stand still; my breath heavy as power rushes above me. Pillars of flames as big as a building. It cones around and consumes the world in its power.

Wooden buildings, with too little stone to resist the flames, fall to the ground. And irrational anger blooms in my chest. Knowing that- that he is there, knowing that the wood will burn his back, that the smoke might suffocate him.

But I know that he is not dead. He can't be. Far too willful for something like that to kill him. Far too~. My smile returns. A sardonic one that doesn't quite reach my eyes.

I stand. Staring at the very being that had created this mess. Who had created this madness.

It roared, telling of some sort of rage. Its gaze held far into the distance. Where that was, I cannot tell. But I know that even with all of the force focused on it, of all the deadly forces that I had focused on it.

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