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 body bounces along the ground. Dirt is eaten, so is the corpses of what may have been a thousand people before. Their eyes are lifeless, but doesn't that just make the meal all the more delicious...?

Bounce, bounce. I make my way back towards the wall. There are many summons around, each a creation of the glorious creator. Of Inari.

Despite my faceless body, there's still a small smile on my lip. And a tilt to my mood that perks the attention of some of the idle wolves.

They try to take my attention. Try being the operative word.

Paws bounce against the ground. A low rumble signifies their want of attention. Like they were trying to ridicule me. Me?! The first born.

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