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

There was a burn within his eyes, as death seemed to stare straight within... hollow orbs of nothing. Set only by a cloak made of pure black. And the shadow of their hood, it covered each and every feature.

All except for one, those hollow orbs of nothing, eyes that seemed to hold no emotion. Like some sort of grim reaper, who came to bring death and destruction to his life.

"Please..." He begged, oh how he had begged. Tears fell from his eyes, ran down his cheeks and created stains upon that frown of his. A watery one that seemed to plead not for his own life but for those around him.

Only it was not enough, as a voice seemed to echo both quietly, in volume, but so loud within that skull of his. As he watched a body fall to the ground. Black hair stained crimson by the blood of another.

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