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

My slime trots up to me, reemerges as a slime, and claims his spot atop my shoulder.

Heavy handed he may be, there are results in this grim march. They move, step by step, with stress and with anguish. Some have ugly scars, others have lost limbs, but more just look haunted.

But among them, some stood with their backs straight. They complained to the world and insulted Okami, that's fine. He'd been brutal with them. Despite my complaints. Ah- But his results were great, aren't they.

A glance towards me and that bravery was cowed. After all, who stood on my shoulder but their instructor. He who had taken many of their friends to their deaths.

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