37. Illuminating

I spent the next two days working on my dungeon.

The first thing I added on, at Souleen's suggestion, was a dynamic map in my throne room. Set in the floor before my throne, it would let me monitor all the activity in the dungeon.

Basically, a magical security device. It showed all the tunnels and had dots for everyone. I sat on my throne to admire it.

There was my simple dungeon. A white dot blinked where my throne lay while a gold dot was standing nearby. Lana Fulmine.

There were four blue dots in the guard room, my will o' wisps. I could see all the details of my domain. The doors. It was a useful thing.

But my dungeon was not. It needed more defenses.

I created two more will o' wisps to guard it, Gintaras and Dvasia. They were such loving creatures.

After pumping their pussies full of cum, I began designing my dungeon. I replaced the guard room with a simple maze, a winding collection of tunnels where I scattered the will o' wisps in strategic spots. They all seemed content to spend their days just standing around as guards, happy to protect me.

Beyond the maze, I put my first trap room. I really had access to only one magical trap: lightning columns. They would zap anyone who got too close to them, five feet or so. I scattered them through a rectangular room that all intruders had to go through. It was the only way to reach my throne room.

I reinforced the door to my throne room and added a few pit traps throughout the dungeon in the maze part. Simple things that should, hopefully, drop any enemies in them. I was rather proud of it when I finished.

"It's simple," said Souleen, "but you really can't make one much bigger without getting another glyph or waiting a few weeks for the Void Crystal to expand its capabilities."

"True," I said, stretching my arms over my head. It was the end of my second day of creation. My back was sore. Lana Fulmine was making me dinner right now. It wasn't the most inspired fare, but it was all I had. "I think I'll have Lana give me a rubdown after dinner."

"Mmm, enjoy, Lord Leo," said Souleen.

"I will. She has magic fingers."

I rolled my shoulders to work out the stiffness and opened the door to my room. Lana Fulmine was lying on the bed on her side. She was flipping through a book. I had recreated a collection of my favorite books and comic books.

They came out looking like ancient tomes, leather-bound with parchment pages and handwritten script complete with fanciful, illuminated letters.

She looked up at me, lightning flicking from her hair. A smile crossed her silvery face. She closed the book. "So you need my--"

The piercing notes of the dungeon's alarm blared through the room. The sound assaulted my ears and froze me in my tracks. A wave of cold fear washed through me. My heart thundered in my chest, flooding the chill throughout my body. My fingers flexed.

The throne room, Lord Leo, Souleen gasped in my ear. We are under attack.

Lana Fulmine rolled off the bed. Her lightning wings pulsed and crackled. Her face grew fierce, an un-Lana expression. Bolts of electricity zapped from her, striking the floor and ceiling. Curls of smoke rose from them.

"Leo," she said.

I wasn't ready for this. I hadn't even been here long, just a week, and already I was under attack? Why? What had I done besides just existing?

I wasn't attacking the local village. My monster girls weren't raiding and causing problems like other dungeon builders. I just wanted to be left alone.

Lord Leo, to the throne room. You must be ready to protect me, Souleen gasped. We have a contract, my Lord. I need you to save me.

"Leo," Lana said again. She took my hand. "I'm here, Leo. You're my number one fan. I'm not going to disappoint you. The will o' wisps are not going to disappoint you, either. So let's go. Let's repel this rabble and scatter them. You have your magic."

I did have my magic. I was gifted with power. I drew in a deep breath and nodded, letting Lana take my hand and lead me from the room. I squeezed her hand, the robes I wore rustling about me.

She opened the door of the bedroom onto the living room. It had furniture now. A bookshelf with those tomes I had made. Then we were in the corridor to my throne room.