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 took a deep breath, breathing in the toxic smoke that had come from that fire. The explosive wood and stone that had been pulled from the ground by that…

That explosion. For a moment I just closed my eyes. Let the dark take my vision for a moment.

Then after… I opened them and watched the sweat pour down Inari's forehead, the way that he focused his power amongst the flames.

An iteration that I had not seen before. Yes, I had seen that destructive power of his within the war. But not this.

This control of his was greater than I had ever seen. Pulling flames that were not his. Extinguishing them with but a thought.

It was so different than the complete destruction that he would usually reign m.

So when he took control of the flames m, starting to swirl them into a huge ball in the sky.

It was then that the particles of fire fell from the sky.

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