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

"You should go find them… after all… you might be the last of your species…" Her voice is supremely sad. Like she was suggesting something oh so awful. "Even if I cannot follow."

Her words still ring in my mind. That soft voice that swayed my mind into the absolutes. Across from me the leader sits, arms tied with robe of his own and weapons confiscated.

My eyes trail over to Cassandra, she sits opposite of me. "How you had trouble with these people… I don't know."

"It was a war on two fronts. Against the Merman who are constantly testing our scouts and these bastards that like to ambush us. They're all slippery and able to get away even when we send people after them."

"And you didn't think to just… I don't know… send more people?"

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