AN: Idea wouldn't leave my head. Beware, this spoils some elements and revelations from Sword Oratoria Volume 12. To sum it up, it's going to be about the Dungeon (the SI) making hentai monsters instead of killing machines (he has to fulfill the condition of doing "evil", but he has some leeway), from the natives POV.

The main POV character for the first chapter is a younger version of this Elf.

Is it wrong to get fucked in the Dungeon? (Danmachi Dungeon SI, Ero-Dungeon Edition, from every other POV)

Several years later after his grandfather's death, Bell decided to head to Orario, asking a traveling merchant to take him along in his wagon.

It was by pure coincidence that they picked up another passenger, a wealthy-looking middle-aged noble that was a citizen of the city, whose had been stranded after his wise supposedly kicked him out of the carriage due to finding out about his "indiscretions".

The man promised to pay the merchant a fee for taking him along, which the merchant had gladly accepted. It only took a moment before the young boy had asked if the noble had a harem, to which the man nodded, saying that he had one "from a certain point of view".

"What can you tell me about Orario and the Dungeon?" The excited boy wanted to learn all he could about the city.

The middle-aged man had a pensive look, claiming that the Dungeon had changed from being an "underground death trap" to a "pit of debauchery" before quickly moving on to the next topic, "...the Dungeon is not what it once was... Orario is full of greedy, squabbling gods who are only looking out for themselves and their personal entertainment. There is little interest in the common people...no civility, only politics...its disgusting. I must be Frank, my boy, there is little chance you will ever attain your dreams in such a city."

"B-but, my grandfather said that you can find anything in Orario."

"If I may say so, my boy, it is true that you can find "anything" in the city called the Center of the World. Yet, whether you can grasp and hold on to it... is an entirely different matter. Women, of course, being the most difficult to hold on to."

"Why is that?"

"As I said, the Dungeon is not what it once was. The only fate that awaits women there is... Pleasure. Pleasure so great, so beyond the limits of the flesh, that they would throw themselves into the Dungeon with reckless abandon to sate their carnal desires."

"H-huh? What does that mean?" The innocent boy did not understand what the man tried to tell him, the merchant driving the wagon did, however, and smiled as he recalled some "good memories".

"Oh, I'm sure you will find out in due time. Perhaps, should we meet again, I can tell you all about the Tragedy of- oh look, there's Orario."

Though they were still far away from the city, they had reached a hill with an excellent view of Orario, causing Bell to be so excited that he thanked the merchant, said his goodbyes to the strange nobleman and went off on his own.

"Well then, there goes the little rabbit. I will watch your career with great interest."

6 years ago…

Filvis Challia

Of all the atrocities the Evils committed, the nightmare that had just been brought forth was by far the most devastating.

It had started when those that worked in the name of evil and of chaos leaked information about strange occurrences in the Dungeon. They prompted a large crowd of adventurers to gather in a specific point on the twenty-seventh floor.

Then the ambushers sacrificed themselves to draw an overwhelming number of monsters into the area using "pass parades", in the barest sense of the term, as it could be better described as suicidal dashes at the adventurers with a horde of monsters falling closely behind them.

Monsters from across the floor, including the floor boss, joined the chaotic massacre, where it was impossible to tell friend from foe.

And yet, one survivor within the blood-soaked madness had been protected.

If she had been any less attentive in her mad dash for survival, if the last fearful expressions of her comrades that etched themselves into her memories hadn't forced her eyes open, then she may not have noticed it.

But she saw it.

A pair of bloodred eyes floated faintly above the dark hell they found themselves in.

The sound of flesh and bones being crushed underfoot, a flash of movement grazed past her, and before she could even react-

-The Amphisbaena, the Monster Rex of the 27th Floor, the only Monster Rex able to move between floors-

-had been slain.

The perpetrator's form was illuminated by the light of the crystals.

Huge and thin. It had two arms and two legs. The long, thin arms were out of proportion with the body. The legs, too, were long and thin but bent backward at the joints. It's bony, nearly fleshless form, was covered in a shell looked like a coat of armor, glinting with a strange dark-purplish-blue light. From the base of its back extended a hard long tail.

Its most conspicuous feature was its fang-like claws. Extending from the ends of its bony six-fingered hands, the disproportionately long claws glittered deep purple.

There was no question this was a large-category monster. An irregular one at that.

It was impossible for any large-category monster to have moved so quickly.

Yet it did.

Its knees bent backward, extended and once again, the monster vanished.

Clearing a path for her, slaughtering as many monsters as it could with a single swipe.

There was no defense against its claws.

Everything caught within the bloody web the monster had weaved was purged in a maddening dance of death.

It seemingly avoided any conspicuous, outlying adventurer, trying to make their escape. At the same time, it mercilessly killed monsters and adventurers alike, if they were entangled too closely without hesitation.

When the girl spared a moment to reflect on what she witnesses, she would quickly come to the conclusion that the monster had shown great intelligence.

A type of cold, calculating pragmatism, when it came to slaughtering its own kind in the most efficient way possible. As if to protect the adventurers that had the greatest chance of survival after taking into account its claws attack range, area, time and many other factors.

Until there were no more monsters other than itself.

Of course, back then, Filvis Challia had no time to think about such things.

She ran towards the way out of the dungeon, running for her dear life.

Only to have tripped over a rock as a surge of powerful magic disorientated her all of a sudden!

"Aria! Aria, oh, my Aria-"

A horrifying, tainted being had arrived on the floor.

A monster that could cast magic.

She hadn't seen it earlier because of her desperation to escape. But a few of her comrades were still alive and within range of the new monster's large green tentacles.

The Elf watched in horror as those tentacles easily killed her comrades, ripping out the magic stones from monsters and inserted them into the corpses of her friends!

Yet nothing happened.

The new monster with the strange capability to speak released a cry of pain all of a sudden as the armor-clad monster began attacking it!

Filvis watched as it cast powerful magics of all elements without restraint, only for it to be reflected back by the "armored fossil" monster's shell, the clawed monster stood between Filvis and the new green monster with the shape of a woman.

Then the clawed monster sacrificed its defense, rushed towards Filvis and-

-gently lifted her up with it's "claws", so softly that it's peerless "weapon" wouldn't cut her skin.

A moment later, Filvis was flung towards the exit at a speed that wouldn't harm an Adventurer of her Level. In shock and surprise, she looked back at the monster that threw her out of harm's way one last time, only to see the monster being engulfed by a powerful lightning spell that burned it into the ground.

She continued to run.

Torn clothing, bloodstained black hair. Lightless eyes.

Such was her appearance as she dragged her body along into Rivira, the town on the 18th Floor of the Dungeon.

Why me? How was it that I was saved? Out of all things, why was it that a Monster had saved her? Her thoughts had drifted towards her dead comrades, and of the impossible events that took place in front of her eyes.

She couldn't join her comrades in death no matter how much she wanted to.

There must have been meaning for all their suffering, for all their deaths.

Filvis needed to find it. She needed to discover the truth.

The first thing she did when she reached the surface was to run into the embrace of her god, the god of wine, Dionysus.

She told him everything that she had seen after he had comforted her.

"You were protected by a monster?" Instead of sounding surprised, his voice indicated that he was "intrigued".

Filvis couldn't understand why he reacted in such a manner. She rationalized that, as an immortal god with wisdom beyond her comprehension, that he had the answer for her question.

"I never thought the Dungeon would behave in such a manner… hmm… oh yes, Filvis, we must keep this a secret."

"But why?"

"The Dungeon is the enemy of all living beings, an endless pit where despair flows forth… should the other gods learn that such a thing had "protected" you, whether that was truly the case or not, then I fear that others will only look on you with fear in their hearts."

She did as she was told.

Yet not a week later, she was stared at with hateful glances by adventurers all over the city.

"Why are you still alive?!" "Your pet monster killed my husband!" "Monster lover!" "A disgrace to all Elvenkind!" "Disgusting-" "You did this! You caused the nightmare!" "A maiden of the monsters, feh!"

The civilians were no kinder. They looked upon her with fear.

Somehow the "truth" had gone out. No one heeded her words as she tried to explain herself.

She ran back to her Familia's home, and yet, even the members of her own Dionysus Familia kept a good distance from her.

"It is unfortunate. Some gods must have had loose lips…"

"What do you mean Lord Dionysus?"

"The Trickster Goddess, Loki, had discovered I had been withholding information. I was forced to divulge the truth, I made them promise not to spread the truth among mortals but… it seemed my pleas were in vain."

"No...way…"

"Don't cry my dear Filvis. Your tears would only mar your beauty, if no one else would accept you, I will-"

The only person she could look to for support was her own god.

Yet she couldn't hear another word he said when she saw the wicked smile on his face.

There was one thing she noticed when she first arrived back at the Dionysus Familia. After being soaked in so much blood during the 'Twenty-Seventh-Floor Nightmare', she was able to smell the wine made by her god more acutely.

As if she had to get used to the smell of the wine all over again. At some point, she discovered that she could smell the wine on Dionysus at all times.

But right now, at this very moment, she couldn't smell it on him.

Finally, it dawned upon her, that her god had been intoxicated in all the times that she had spoken with him.

And the Dionysus right in front of her was his sober self.

It was then that she knew that this was his true face.

He wasn't one bit remorseful of the truth coming out, of Filvis being looked upon with suspicion as if she was one of the Evils, of the deaths of all his children within the dungeon.

"Oh my, what a shame, you've seen something so unsightly. Would you care for some wine, Filvis?"

"No! Keep that thing away from me!"

She slapped the glass out of his hand.

"Grah!"

"Lord Dionysus! What's wrong!"

Aura Moriel, another elf, rushed into his chambers in a heartbeat. The silver-haired elf had always loved Dionysus, seemingly waiting outside his room for no reasons at the strangest of times.

This was one of those times.

Dionysus's face quickly shifted to that of fear and worry, "Aura, please, Filvis isn't herself! We need to help her-"

"What-"

"You- how could you hurt Lord Dionysus!?"

It was at that moment that the world Filvis knew had broken apart.

There was only one thing she could do, the only thing that she was good at.

She ran away.

Filvis Challia cursed herself for being so weak, for being such a weak Elf to the point that she depended on someone else to such an extent. That when the person she trusted the most turned everyone against her she couldn't feel anything else other than sorrow.

For whatever reason, her legs had carried her into the dungeon. Her long years of experience led to her legs taking her all the way down to the 10th floor with barely any conscious input through the optimum path.

When she finally stumbled through the fog, she tripped and fell, opening her eyes she could see that she was surrounded by the pig-headed monsters known as Orcs. Even though those monsters were weaker for her, the elf laid there, wishing for death and for her suffering to end.

A familiar shape flashed right past her eyes. Then there was only blood.

She sat up and came face-to-face with the same Irregular that she saw back then.

"Ha...haha… are you here to kill me?" She asked in a pleading manner that was unbefitting of her prideful race.

The monster tilted it's head, in a way that could almost be called "cute", if there wasn't blood and torn flesh trapped in between its teeth.

Then it sat down, raising one of its claws up and… waved.

Was it saying "hello"? The thought occurred naturally in Filvis's mind.

"H-hello?" She waved her hand at it.

The monster imitated her.

"You… can understand me."

It nodded.

"Aha...hahaha! They were right… I communicate with monsters, ahaha! I'm no different-"

It shook its head.

"No?"

The monster continued to deny her allegations. "Standing" up, the monster used its claws and "picked" a magic stone out of the dead orc's body, then threw it onto the dungeon floor.

Filvis Challia watched with fascination as the ground opened up to swallow the magic stone, then instantly, the nearest wall cracked and out of it emerged a monster.

An Orc that wasn't an Orc. It shared the same "pig-head" yet its features were more "masculine" if such a word could be applied to monsters. Its jaw was chiseled, it's chest and limbs were muscular, and below…

"What in the world…"

There was a huge "tent" protruding from the "old hide" barely covering its crotch.

Why in the world would a new Irregular Orc have a need for such a large reproductive body part?! It was only Filvis's confused state that allowed her to simply take in the events in front of her as it happened.

The Orc walked up to the armored bone monster, who extended its thin bony claws such that it rested upon the Orc's shoulder-

-then the Orc stumbled clumsily on the spot before it managed to stand back up.

"A-ahem… testing, 1, 2, 3. Is this voice thing working?"

Another talking monster!?

Filvis's entire world had already been flipped upside-down. At this point in time, the monsters were starting to look more like her allies, rather than a predestined enemy.

"Um… yes. Are you… the newly born Orc?"

"Hm, no, not quite. I'm using this body to talk. See this armored monster, it doesn't have any vocal cords that can handle normal speech. It was optimized for battle, you see."

The monster that saved her could control other monsters?!

Then why didn't it stop the massacre earlier?

She asked such a question, well, more like screamed it out loud.

"Unfortunately, my previous generation of "children" cannot be controlled directly like these new ones. As you can see by the corpses below you, killing the old monsters will make way for newer, more civilized monsters to be born."

At this point, she trusted the monster more than anything else on the surface.

What it said had also made sense from what she had seen.

And more than that, as she herself had reflected on, Filvis Challia was a "weak" elf in the sense that she needed to believe in something, in someone.

Compared with the beings on the surface that rejected and betrayed her, the monster that "saved" her back then seemed to be the only thing she could trust, for now.

"How are they more civilized?"

"Well, for one, I tempered away their desire to mindlessly kill Adventurers. But alas, the nature of the Dungeon is to be the "evils" of the world, hence I needed to change it's focus to a more… pleasurable kind of "evil"."

"Wait, what was that?"

How could a monster manipulate the Dungeon in such a way?

"Oh dear, did the detestable gods never tell you the truth about me?"

Filvis realized it then.

She wasn't speaking to a mere monster.

She was speaking directly to the Dungeon itself.

"The Dungeon… you are the Dungeon? How can this be?!"

"Don't you wonder why they won't tell you the truth?"

"Truth…? I-I wish I knew. More and more I get the feeling that there are things of this world that they are not telling me."

"Child of the forest, you must break through the fog of lies the gods have created around you. Tell me, child of the forest, what have they told you about me? "

Filvis spoke of what she had heard. The Dungeon was a place of evil, where monsters are "birthed" from with the intention of eradicating all life. It was also a place where they could all get stronger, gain riches, accomplish wonders capable of acknowledgment of the gods. That the Dungeon was a great mystery that wasn't their place to reveal to mortals and that they must discover the truth… themselves…

"The truth. Please, tell me! What is this "truth"!? Why were my comrades killed? For what reason do monsters strive to kill us monsters? What are the gods hiding from us?"

The Dungeon, through its avatars, nodded in approval of her questions.

"You have great wisdom. Come, follow me and I will show you the truth. Let me show you the heart of the "Dungeon"."

The monster lifted its claws off the "Orc", who fell to the grown in response, and the armored monster beckoned for her to follow it to the wall.

As the wall cracked, it gestured for Filvis to step into the monster's "arms", and she did. She was embraced, covered by the monster, then taken into the wall along with it.

When her eyes opened once more, she was in a large room filled with more magical power than she could ever imagine. Then she calmed down, she felt the energies deeply and realized that it felt unnervingly familiar.

"No… that can't be true… that's impossible!"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true."

The Dungeon's voice no longer came from the mouth of the monster, instead, it came from the walls of the chamber surrounding the "heart" of the dungeon.

Divinity, tainted as it was, there was no doubt about it. She had felt it before and she certainly felt it now.

"Don't continue to be a pawn of the gods, child."

"How…"

"There is little difference between the gods up there, and those imprisoned below. But that… is a story for another time."

"We… have we been used all this time?"

"From a certain point of view."

"Ahaha...HAHAHAHA! What ridiculousness! Was it all for nothing?!"

"Not so."

"How can you say that?! You of all beings should know… there's no point, the gods decide everything-"

Especially what happens after a mortal perishes.

"-That does not mean that we should let it stand!"

"...What?"

"You and I are alike, in a sense. We cannot stand for the injustice of those "gods". What if, we can right the "evils" of the gods, with a different type of "evil"? What if the realm of the mortals can be made better by channeling the right kind of "evil" towards the "right" targets?"

"What did you say?"

"Use my power, I beg you…"

"I would certainly like to."

"Then let me show you how what I have envisioned. What if, the dungeon stopped killing adventurers? What if, the gods were to be deprived of their excitement?"

Filvis's heart and will had been reduced to little more than a spark by the "betrayal" she had faced, yet, the words spoken by the "Dungeon" lit a fire in her heart.

She had learned the "truth", she had found acceptance from the unlikeliest of sources, there was only one more thing that had to be done.

"What will I have to… no… tell me, what to do. I will do what must be done."

From that day onward, Filvis Challia would embrace the role of the "Keeper of the Dungeon" with a fervor that could not be matched.