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

It was… it had been almost... almost three weeks since they had left. My head hurt, a sense of almost Deja vu as I turned the corner. Letting the fear run through my system.

I still... even at night when I was the most safe, cuddled within that blanket of mine. A house all to myself. There still was this almost... almost irrational fear.

Of hellfire that rained down for so many hours. Where bombings were so common that one could not go outside without seeing a dead body fade against the wall.

I felt myself almost empty the contents of my stomach. Acid rising up my throat and into my mouth. There was just... just so much disgust within me. At the people that had thought it alright to slaughter our protectors.

I knew that it was naive to think that they could all get along. And I didn't want that either way. But... but was it so much to ask. For them to at least leave the other alone.

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