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 pulse quickens… there's a vein… this needle that seems to connect itself through everything. And then… then there's a call, a pulse. And a gasp. A breath that brings light to my face. To everything around me.

It brings light to the peace around me, the small tiny breaths that I take and… and… For a moment, everything was fine. Everything was great. Until I rise. Her face is above me, a small thing framed by glasses.

She lets out a small 'eep' then scurries away. My arm aches, and… and… "Did you take my blood?"

There's no hostility in my voice. But Damian still smirks. He looms over me and assesses my condition.

His black hair looks like a void. Something that consumes all light. Then he rises, and the sun comes with it too. My eyes squint and he laughs.

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