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 found myself among the sweaty and writhing bodies of my compatriots.

There was no rhyme nor reason to the composition of our team. For we were survivors, each and every one of us had been jaded to human reality.

By the death of our loved ones, of our families. Whether that be that they had been burned to death by some monster, or put to stake by another suspicious individual.

They had all coalesced into this melting pot of both ability and…

I shook my head. Touching the fire that stood before me.

It did not hurt my hand at all. For I was frozen like this.

An echo of time that could not change. The scars that I had gained before, the wounds that had yet to heal.

Even a small sickness. I could feel each and every one of them as my power kept me in suspended animation.

I had found myself to be… not as invulnerable as I had thought I was. For there was a certain weapon type that was able to pierce my skin.

interlude: An exploration