Sephirothy was not a simple anomaly, nor an isolated error within a perfect system, but rather a living contradiction that existed even before being understood, an entity that carried within itself three incompatible natures coexisting in an unstable way, as if its very existence were a direct challenge to the fundamental rules that underpinned both Heaven and Hell, and yet… it not only existed, but thrived within this impossibility.
She was, at the same time, an angel, a demon… and something in between.
But reducing this to simple words was an insult to the complexity of what she truly represented, because each of these parts was not just a characteristic, but an absolute inheritance, a complete lineage that, in isolation, would already be enough to place her at the top of any existing hierarchy, and yet, within her, these forces not only coexisted… they constantly collided.
Her birth was not a common event.
It was not natural.
It was not expected.
