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 dark moonlight shines on my face. The area that I was in is different, a complete change from where I was. I remember smoke. A burning sensation not too dissimilar to that long death.

I expected to wake among the dirt and stone of my cores hiding place. Someplace where the dreary light would lead to depressing thoughts. But I'm here. Some place so familiar.

I'd expected to be taken, maybe we had lost. And my soul would weep as its secrets were torn.

But no. I'm here. In a place I can recognize with the ease of breathing. Right here.

Not in some unknowable, unfamiliar place. I'm right here.

Something wet stains the blanket below me.

The words taste so great in my mouth.

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