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

Days pass like water. Drip, drip, drip. Then weeks. Peaceful weeks where nothing beyond the ordinary happened. A quiet and peaceful day, a quiet and peaceful week.

There wasn't another death. A surprising thing seeing as our expeditions continued to dig deeper and deeper into the bowels of the city. Finding those that have no home, those that had lost and have none.

Even then though. Our mind consisted more of logistics than any other meaningful effort. Making food, processing materials. Building the framework for a city that could support itself.

We knock down buildings. Heavy things that were destroyed by the fist of Ellaine, and materials that were salvaged and reused. By the design of others new buildings were erected. Made to the specification of Damien and his brilliant ideas.

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