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

An ethereal flame, one that crossed the void of existence in barely a crack. Yet that was not truly what it was, was it, it was not a flame. That was merely the byproduct, created by the heat of the bolt.

Yes, it was lightning, and even with forewarning, the tap of his foot, a nod of his head and twitch of his fingers. Even then, with every warning that I could comprehend I was still too slow.

As by the time I had twitched my fingers, that I had taken the time to try and move, it was already done. A burn that crossed over my shoulder and down my back, a grunt of pain as I was paralyzed and forced to the ground.

But that did not mean that I was defenseless, as with a single cast of my ability I was able to stand. I used muscles that had been barely used, all for a purpose that they had been made for.

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