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

Duty, to those that looked to you as a leader, to those that believed in your strength. A voice in the back of your head that tells you to go, to help those that believed in the goodness of your heart. I could feel them in the back of my head.

Their pleas for safety and structure, their want to go back to their houses and sleep in beds that were not hastily constructed, to hear the sound of the kettle rather than the explosion of ordinance upon their only safety

It possessed me of duty, to go and rescue them, to fight where I could. But what could I do on my own, in the dead of night when I had already exhausted myself in research.

I should've just gone... gone and done what I could. I shouldn't have stayed here. In this little abode, with the stars and Damien for company.

Ah- But I did. And I was tired for it. Does that make a difference? It doesn't. My status screen appears in my vision. The rapidly decreasing number gives way to my cringed expression.

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