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

Fire erupts. Blue flames create this firework like display. And I breathe. There is a moment where I am on my knees from such power. But that moment passes with utmost haste.

"We are running low. We can take from the people, and some might willingly give. But-"

My breath would run cold then. I would taste the despair in the air, the light touch of those people who rely on me, feel the possessiveness in my soul. Can I really sacrifice my own property for another day of hope.

"We won't. How much time do we have?"

Damian counts on his fingers, muttering random numbers under his breath. One- seven- three- ten-

"Five days, if they continue at this pace."

"And if their artillery is destroyed? Disrupted?"

He would count on his fingers again. Muttering those same numbers under his breath.

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