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 fingers tensed. Gloved hands brushing against itself as I glared towards the sun. My fury was contained, mostly. There were signs. Little things that told of my absolute hatred.

This is his… This is Inari's… All of this. Everything that I created, everything that Damien created, everything that the people here stand for. Every little soul within. It's all his. All Inari's.

Spirits circle around me. From atop the wall I see the quizzical look that Ellaine's giving me. But… I just wave them off. Pointing at one in particular to approach.

The spirits are equally as mad as I. Usually they would happily float, making circles around the territory and giving small waves to the ones that could see them.

They furiously circle above me. Like vultures they try and spot their prey. Looking for any sign of movement. Any sudden flashes or any signatures that could tell them that there was a person here.

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