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

It clouds the sky. High above, the sun sits. Yet dark had clouded any light that may reach us. I reach a hand up. And catch with it a bundle of smoke. It drifts through my fingers easily.

I guess that the only real saving grace was that it is localized, it stays in one place where it can be dispelled easily enough. I hold my breath, an old habit made from avoiding smokers and waited for the smoke to clear with a concoction that Damien had made.

Moments passed and in that time the concoction spreads through the air, dispersing the particles into smaller and smaller chunks until it could no longer be seen nor felt.

I sighed, taking in small breath after small breath. Before finally I turned my head and looked to the culprit, sending him a glare.

He sheepishly laughs, his head blushing to the side. Then, his eyes catch something. It lays on the nearby table. His eyes shine with excitement, and he dashes.

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