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

I woke to the sound of explosions, to the hurried foots of the people below the veranda. Both happened at the same time. The explosions and the footsteps of the fearful masses. I turned around and rose from my slumber.

Sleep was evident in my eye, gunk and whatnot tore me from the comfort of the sheets. I let go of the breath I held and with it the covers that veiled me from the harsh reality of the day.

Once I had let go of my attachments, of the comfort of the warm dark abyss that was my bed. I was able to pull myself from that dark embrace.

And with the pull there was another one, a call to action and movement. Where once was my pajamas, clothes that covered none but the bare essentials. Now there was a battle ready suit, one made of the greatest silks that the spiders could produce.

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