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 held my hand out, a gentle touch, merely a kiss of my hands. A message from the lady. For more than just defense. Of the death of the key figures that she had found in the hands of the enemy.

Positions of power that she had found to be troublesome, even to her. Or maybe it was for another reason. But whichever I believed was of no consequence. As I had already sent those that I could trust to carry out my orders to the places they would be needed.

As for me, well, there were better places for me to be. And as the followers that I had gathered, humans and wolf alike, surrounded the ramport and the defenses. I found myself proud.

All as they pushed through effects that would see them killed or crippled, even with the supporting fire of those above us. Of those that found themselves stationed on the walls.

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