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

He ignored Lily, focusing his gaze over mine. I tried to divine his intentions but it was impossible. he seemed to have this unflappable face, that seemed to perpetually hold that same smirk of his.

I scowled again and waved my arm. Trying to use the dust in the air to kill him. But it was no use, he had a sort of shield that just didn't give.

"Nuh- Uh- That's not going to work." He sang.

His voice was almost musical in tone. Trying to peer through his plans was almost impossible. A testament to the control over his face he had. For his emotions were like that of a rock. Perpetually the same. No matter the storm... the sea... the rage...

And that was why I didn't even bother to try. For I knew that with how little time I had... that there was no purpose in even trying.

For it showed that even in my uneasiness to fight. That I would crouch low, baring fangs and claws against that punch able face of his.

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