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

Yet as the last document... a wordy one about some inane subject, not relevant to my thoughts at all... as that same document was placed to the side. The desk filled with stains of ink, seemingly endless streaks of inky taint on the side of my hand.

A scowl upon my hand. I went back to that same perch, my hands drifted towards that same position. Towards a view so completely and utterly known. There was not one difference save for the people that walked... there was nothing

Yet when I turned my gaze towards the ground once more. Towards the bored gaze of another. I found myself staring into monochrome eyes, ones that shined like precious jewels. A smile upon her face at the visage of my own face.

"Ellaine... Lily..." I quietly echoed, my own voice disbelieving. For upon their backs, their chests and shoulders, even that slight tear dropped face of hers...

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