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 help smiles stiffly, she looks between the two of us. Me sitting atop his desk, looming over him, and her boss. Who scowls up at me with absolute hatred.

Why they hate me so much~? I can't really say. Nor do I care enough to figure out why.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you have left already? Gone away with that little plaything of yours."

I hum, putting a finger on my mouth.

"I could've. But~" I stretch out the 't'. "I did you a favor. One that was… let's say… quite big. That opposition of yours. He was a man right? With a big crown atop his head and oh~ Let's say these gaudy silk robes. He also had a lot of jewelry, yes?"

"How… No. It makes sense. I presume that he's dead."

"Good riddance. He was such a nuisance. We couldn't do anything while he was running interference. Thank you. Now leave."

My playful smile leaves my face, quite suddenly too.

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