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

I frowned as the day turned to night, as orders from above took precedence. We had just taken this territory, taken all of this ground.

And even after so many of us were killed in the initial assault and even how the backup had been destroyed too.

Something was fishy, something in the background was going on and I wanted to find the cause oif it.

Well I would if I had reasonable cause, or even the guts. But alas, I could only sigh and trap myself in my thoughts.

His head was low in order to keep away from any of the potshots that those on the wall might take at us.

"Hello" I greeted back, and he did so once again. It was an annoying habit of his, to just greet back and forth like that. But after a while it was just endearing.

"Yep, seems like the bastards want us to die or somethin'" I sighed and wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck.

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