"This is twice tonight you have received our warnings, Jerry. You have been visited by two spirits."

The shadows are twisting Marianne's face. Her smile warps so severely it actually flips upside down. For a moment it looks like it's growing out of her forehead, sharp and ruby red as ever and no less malicious for being inverted. Her eyes burn from a shapeless spot somewhere closer to where her chin should be. Then the whole thing spirals, the illusion breaks, and she returns to her terrifying normal. 

"Do not require a third. You know how it will end."

Marianne is the cruelest of the Phantom Thieves by far. Or is she merely the strictest teacher? Jerry has proven a very poor student thus far, after all. She cannot be trusted to be lectured into compliance. And that is why the ground beneath her yawns open and begins to drag her down. Deeper and deeper she goes! To her waist! To her absurd chest! She is being swallowed by the jaws of... what was it again? That creature who judges the unworthy where Set has chosen her iconography from. Ammut! Yes, yes! There is nothing better than a demon to drag you down to Hell, little Jerry!

But then she stops. The sound in the hallway is not the growling of some terrible demon, but the stomping of her boots as she marches across the hall to kneel next to her evening's great work: the bust of Jerioth ab-Ishtar. Her teeth vanish into her mouth as she finally drops her horrible smile for a more playful sort of smirk. She reaches out with both hands and takes Jerry by the cheeks, lifting her back out of the floor as easily as if she was plucking a reed from a stream. 

And then she lifts Jerry's gauzy, useless veil. No more pretending, little cow. Do not hide behind your glittering and pointless walls. The gold chains of Marianne's mask feel cold against the Annunaki's face as Marianne takes her prize. She is a greedy kisser: rough and wild and conquering. She is stealing Jerry's breath away, replacing it with heat. She must surely burn to death! She must explode! She must, she must, she must..!!

The moment ends. Marianne spits and wipes her mouth on her sleeve, and when she stands up Jerry finds herself rising with her on chains that have been linked to the many decorations outside the library while her mind was otherwise occupied. Marianne turns her back and spreads her arms wide. 

"Rejoice, Jerry! Your eyes are open, yes! You see the truth now, yes yes! We did not build your Hell, Jerry. Not us. That is the weight of your sins! That is the truth of the world your people built off the back of your cruelty and your slaves. But worry not; I shall not abandon you to that land of rot tonight. You are precious in my eye, [i]ma chérie[/i]. My darling student. This is where we part tonight. You shall be my messenger. Do not worry about getting the words correct; you will not need your mouth."

She breaks into a fresh grin as she plucks Jerry's veil free entirely, and carves more strips from her dress to stuff her mouth with anew. She turns and flashes Set a look of grim satisfaction and approval. And then she grabs her partner and melts with her into shadow, leaving only laughter behind.