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 world shifts. And with it the morning sun comes. The Merman had given up on their direct assault, likely gathering more bodies to send into the meat grinder.

After all, it had been so sudden that they came in waves of three or four. And was probably the only reason that this little place even survived.

I give her a nod and we're off. The road is cracked, there are tridents speared into the ground and the occasional straggler trying to pick off anyone stupid enough to come near it.

The ugly thing growls and takes a shot at me. My fist curls and it stills.

With power, I call for my skill. Something I hadn't done in a while.

The merman's face turns a pale green. Then, and all at once, he explodes into a mess of gore. Blood splatters in a controlled manner. Crafted into spears that lance towards any other nearby stragglers.

"Blood too…" Cassandra mutters. I don't hear her.

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