Melissa gets a phone call.

Melissa arrived at her laptop, and was quickly checking the reports that were coming in. The amount of reports had...slowed down dramatically. Probably a side effect of everyone suddenly seeing things through love goggles, they stop doing their damn jobs. And goddamn there were three requests for dates in these files. This place wasn't a goddamn dating si...Melissa realized that there's no point in making these arguments anymore. People were falling in love, looking for love, lusting for the women around them...and if these files were correct, they were lusting for the Towerlings they came across.

Women were falling in love with Towerlings according to these reports. They were falling in love with the menacing **** Monsters that had been spending the past several weeks impregnating millions of women across the planet. And the Towerlings were apparently...much more docile then they were before. Not being aggressive, being friendly, caring...lovers. At this point Melissa realized the current report she was reading had wayyy to much information for her liking, ranging from how the Lupick mounted her, how she nicknamed it, and how she was already thinking of the names they were gonna give their kids, before finally submitting her resignation as she wanted to focus on her "family."

Two hours ago, she was a ruthless soldier. Now she was a housewife to a fucking monster canine.

Well, this wasn't...what Melissa was aiming for with the ritual. It seemed like Lizette didn't perform in the ritual either, because she hadn't contacted her yet, and at this point there was no excuse. So that meant her sister was probably fucked by some monster in the tower, and was probably also getting ready to play house with the goddamn thing and rear it's children like a loving mother. Ugh, the thought alone sickened her.

Melissa's phone started ringing again, and she answered.

"Pario speaking. Better be urgent."

"Oh, Melly, it's been too long since we've spoken." an old friend of Melissa's said.

"...What do you want Minerva." Melissa asked.

"Only you, my dear." Minerva said.

"Cut the crap Minerva. We'd both know that if you were actually trying you'd start with a sincere line, and not something that stupid." Melissa replied.

"Oh fine. Yes, someone performed the ritual, much to our...delight, in this case. You realize the reason why we try to prevent it is we never know just what might happen, but this? This? This is one of the best things we could have hoped for. It was one thing to hunt down women and take them personally, but for them to try and seduce us? For them to willing accept us? Oh, god, this is going to be such fun." Minerva said. "We won't even need the sinful ones now, we've already won."

"Make your point." Melissa said.

"You've lost. You're on a timer now before you fall in love with someone or something, and when that times comes, oh I will be there." Minerva said.

"You're counteroffer?" Melissa asks.

"Easy. Marry me before the day is out...and at the very least your heart won't belong to a spider, or a tentacle." Minerva said.

"I don't suppose becoming a Matriarch is a possibility." Melissa asked.

"...We just lost the need for commanding positions, so yes. It's completely out of the realm of possibility. So, come find me where we used to spend time researching, and I can guarantee you that we will fall in love with one another, and have a happy life. Or you can fall in love with a slug, and have a happy life. La différence est que c'est sexy."

Minerva hung up the phone.

Melissa realized that she was actually kind of fucked here. She was about to get up before a couple people fell into the room...