Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

Yes, some of us had taken things.

Countless gold, gems, diamonds… trinkets and treasures were torn from this sacred city without hesitation, without reverence, without knowing, or caring, what it truly was.

Just loot to them, just another dungeon haul.

But now… now I was panicking.

Shit!

My chest tightened. My breath came in shallow gasps.

Because we weren't just in danger.

We were damned.

Thousands of us now knelt in utter silence—every adventurer from the dungeon, summoned and dropped like insects at the feet of this being.

This god.

No one moved, no one dared make a sound.

Even breathing felt dangerous—like the air itself was watching.

The silence hung heavy, like a noose, wrapped around our necks, tightening with every second, soaked not just with fear, but guilt, drenched in it.

And then…

He laughed.

Low at first, then got louder and louder. A deep, rumbling chuckle that echoed across the golden chamber like distant thunder rolling across a storm-dark sky.

It wasn't human.

There was no warmth in it, just something ancient, cold, and cruel.

"Heh…" he finally said, his voice curling with slow delight. "What do we have here?"

A pause, heavy and intentional.

"In your hands… in your bags…" he continued, each word a blade drawn with malice, "…is that the gold you thieving rats stole from my eternal kingdom?"

And then it began.

The begging.

"PLEASE!!!"

"We're sorry!"

"Oh great divine lord, we didn't know!"

"We thought this place was abandoned!"

"Have mercy—we meant no harm!"

"We'll return it! All of it! Every coin, every gem!"

"Please—we'll leave right now! Just let us go!"

The floodgates broke.

Voices crashed over one another in a wave of desperation, each one pleading louder than the last. Adventurers threw themselves to the ground, reaching out, clawing, groveling for mercy that might not even exist.

They wept. They sobbed. They screamed apologies.

All of them clinging to the same, trembling excuse—

That they hadn't known.

That they thought it was just another ruin, just another abandoned dungeon waiting to be looted.

Nothing sacred, nothing divine.

Now, they spoke of regret, of sorrow, of promises to undo the sin they'd already committed.

But of course, not everyone had stolen.

Among the kneeling crowd were those—like us—who had touched nothing. Who had watched in silence. Or even tried to stop it.

And among us, frustration flared.

"Fuck! I told you not to touch anything!" one man shouted, twisting toward his companion with fury in his eyes.

"You greedy bastard—you've doomed us all!"

"Great lord, please!" another cried. "We didn't steal! They did! We tried to stop them!"

"We're innocent—we swear it!"

The word crashed through the chamber like a divine command.

And it was.

Instantly, all mouths fell shut. Not by choice. Not from fear.

But because he willed it.

The silence was total, absolute. Not a whisper remained. Not a cry. Not a breath too loud.

It was as if the world itself had gone mute.

Then he spoke again—calm now, but no less merciless.

"Steal or not… you trespassed."

"And for that alone… you all deserve death."

…

FUCK!

I wanted to scream—but I couldn't.

My lips were sealed shut. Locked.

I trembled violently, gritted my teeth, and clawed at the polished floor with helpless fury.

It was unfair. So fucking unfair.

We hadn't done anything. We hadn't stolen anything!

And yet we were condemned alongside the bastards who had.

The thieves! The liars!

I glanced around.

People were shaking. Some were sobbing. Silent tears streamed down their faces, their shoulders quaking in despair. Others pounded their fists against the ground, eyes wide with terror.

And yet—not one of us could speak. Not one of us could rise.

We were all prisoners, all helpless beneath the weight of this so-called god.

So this is it…?

Is this really the end?

Is there truly nothing we can do?

Then—suddenly—

"However," the man spoke, his voice smooth now, laced with cold amusement, "as the benevolent god that I am… I will grant you all a chance to redeem yourselves."

The silence in the chamber deepened.

"Prove your worth in battle. Amuse me. Show me you are more than insects and rats. Do that…" his golden eyes gleamed, "…and not only will I spare your lives, I will reward you accordingly."

Snap.

He snapped his fingers.

And instantly—the crushing silence shattered.

The spell broke.

The weight on our backs lifted.

With gasps and cries, everyone collapsed, coughing, gasping, gulping air like it was the only thing keeping them alive. Some sobbed aloud, others just lay there, stunned and breathless.

I pushed myself up on shaking arms and scrambled toward my siblings.

"Kerth! Carmien! Kailene!"

They were alive, drenched in sweat, but alive. That alone gave me strength.

And then his voice returned—richer, darker, echoing across the chamber like a dare.

"So then, despicable rats… what will it be?"

"Will you die on your knees?"

"Or will you fight for your worthless lives?"

The response was instant.

"W-we'll fight!"

"Please—give us a chance!"

"O great divine being, let us prove ourselves! Let us entertain you!"

Even though we were free, many had already fallen back into bowing, submitting again, willingly. Their hands pressed to the floor, heads lowered, not because of magic, but because of fear.

And we… sadly, we were no different. We were groveling too, me and my siblings.

Because no matter how proud or stubborn any of us had been, in the face of a god, we all wanted to live, to return to our world in one piece.

I raised my eyes slowly, heart pounding in my chest like a war drum, sweat drenching my shirt.

Please, I prayed, please…

But then—I saw it.

I don't know if it was real or if I was losing my mind, but I swore I saw him smile.

A grin spread across his face—cold, wicked, and far too pleased.

A predator's smile.

The smile of not a god, but a devil.

"Wonderful," the man said, his lips curling into that twisted grin that sent shivers down my spine.

He stood, his frame towering like a shining mountain.

"Let the trial begin," He declared.

Snap!

With a snap of his fingers, he teleported us into another realm, where we would fight with our lives on the line just to entertain him.