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

A needle, a vein that rose through the arm and down the body. One that connected throughout everything and with a call, rose with a pulse.

The pulse quickened, a beat that was undeniable to none but myself, it roused me with a call of its force and for a moment it stilled. A gasp, a breath.

It brought light to my face and a sense of absolute peace. A cadence that shone of nothing but life. For a moment everything was fine, then I rose once again.

That cadence beat with every step of mine, with every rise of my breath and every fall of my chest.

It stuck with me as I took Damien in my arms and assessed his condition. The way that his breath rose and fell, his pulse. Even just the color of his skin and the clamminess of his forehead.

In his sleep his forehead scrunched with focus, all as I placed him upon one of the tables, all as my hand fell onto his stomach.

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