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 day ago; Before the death of the boy

A dark plain, a world devoid of light and sound. Of all of the things that would invoke sensations. I drifted here; my mind almost catatonic.

Lost, I am terribly lost, there's no place for me. No place for the thoughts that race through my mind. Like- like a kaleidoscope of absolutely nothing.

A black void that holds everything yet nothing at all. It was like- like it was all just above my understanding, infinite dimensions, all just one grasp out of my reach.

Yet even then, even with all of my senses lost, with my vision seeing nothing but the black void. I was still able to feel something.

A tug on my soul that bypassed my body and touched directly at me. A whisper of agony, of sensations barely known to me.

129(interlude)