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 flip onto my hands then flip again, narrowly dodging the edge of another sword. The man stays silent. Keeping the point of his newest weapon on me.

My head tilted, flames hurled at his form. He dodges with the smallest of margins.

Something I've noticed he seems to do a lot. And despite the occasional attacks made by Cassandra… he still just focuses all his attention on me.

The flames curve in unnatural ways, creating whips that fling themselves over to the man.

There's a small pause in his steps. But he ducks and creates distance. A stabbed sword in the ground is grabbed, hurled with what looks to be lines of energy.

"How…" I draw out. "Hypocritical."

His eyes narrow beneath that helmeted face of his.

"You were the one to attack us first. I've done nothing but defend myself."

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