Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

I am the ultimate form of all your desires.

I am the sole result of all your efforts.

I am the truly perfect "one and only" born from the most thorough purification of your insane, obsessive ambition to construct a "perfect and unique god."

"No...no..."

Shejina shook her head nervously, her consciousness seemingly still stuck in the belief that she was the "creator," unable to accept this subversive reality.

“It was I, it was I who created you! I shaped you from the ocean of wisdom of ‘Midras’! You are my most powerful ‘creation’ to bear my love for him, to build our ‘Garden of Eden’! You…”

[Creation?]

For the first time, a subtle, almost "human" fluctuation appeared in Demiao's voice, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

[An interesting observation. But the truth is quite the opposite.]

【Shekina.】

It called out that name for the first and last time.

You are not my "creator".

You are merely my "quarry."

"quarry……?"

Shejina repeated the word blankly.

Indeed.

The concept of "I," as the "Creator of the Material Universe," has existed since the beginning of time. But I need a "trigger," a "breeding ground" that allows me to transform from a concept of nothingness into a tangible reality.

【I choose you.】

Its voice coldly stated the facts.

Because your essence is "Sophia (wisdom)." Within you flows the divinity most suited to nurturing "order."

[Moreover, because you have "fallen."]

Your uncontrollable, obsessive, and even mad love for the "Supreme Father" (Novia) has transformed you from pure "wisdom" into an existence filled with "intent" and "desire." This madness has given you a strong motivation to create an "independent world," and has also made you the most perfect and most defenseless—"vessel."

The giant arm of Demosis slowly rose, pointing towards the cold, seven-fold universe that it had constructed itself.

Do you believe you created this "Midrush" world?

No. It was your mad will that "awakened" me from the sea of ​​concepts. It was your fallen "divine wisdom" that provided me with the "blueprint" for constructing the world. It was your love, which wanted to create a "perfect cage" for him, that coincided perfectly with my instinct to create a "material prison."

You are not creating.

You are merely a substitute for a baby.

[And now…]

The ultimate form of Satan emitted a solemn, satisfied, and deep roar.

[...ten months of pregnancy, one day of childbirth.]

I was born.

And you, this glorious "mother," naturally have no reason to exist.

"...Then...what about that one..."

Shejina let out a final, almost inaudible, whispering sound.

This issue has nothing to do with power, gods, or war.

This is the final core of Shejina as an independent entity.

“…What about my 'love' for him…”

"That...love for which I'm willing to give up everything, to bear everything..."

"Could it be... that was also part of your plan...?"

【like?】

The voice of Demuse fell into a momentary pause, as if searching its database for this word that was too unfamiliar to it.

[...an interesting variable.]

It ultimately provided a conclusion.

According to my calculations, it is this irrational emotion called "love" that catalyzed your madness, turning you into a near-perfect "incubator" capable of providing me with energy at any cost.

From this perspective...

[...It is very useful.]

[Besides this, in this reality I've defined, it has no meaning whatsoever.]

And so, Shejina's tall and proud figure completely collapsed.

She instinctively curled up, hugging herself tightly, like a lost child frozen in endless darkness, futilely trying to retain the last bit of warmth...

Just like when it fell into depravity.

Demosisto paid no further attention to this.

For it, this "mother body" that can no longer provide any "nourishment" has become worthless.

It slowly turned its enormous head, casting its gaze toward the three imprisoned "variables" not far away.

【alright. 】

The labor pains are over.

Now, let's welcome the first batch of... in this new world of mine.

[...'Residents,' perhaps.]

The Valentinian school's theory of the three forms states that he considered himself the creator, but did not know that the true archetypes were in the spiritual world.

……

Time has lost its meaning.

Space has lost its boundaries.

After being shattered by Demuse's final judgment that "it has no meaning," Shejina's consciousness sank into her own endless sea of ​​nothingness.

Curled up.

Floating.

I stopped thinking and stopped feeling.

Because every thought leads to the conclusion of "failure".

Every sensation is permeated by a sense of meaningless, intense pain.

"container."

"hotbed."

"Daiyun."

"……it works."

Ha ha.

So, this is all there is to her.

How... ridiculous.

I wanted to laugh, but I found that I didn't even have the strength to move the corners of my mouth.

Her pride, her Midrash, her wars... all the great deeds she once thought were earth-shattering and enough to shake his gaze were, in the end, just an insignificant one-woman show that benefited others.

He must have seen it all.

Looking at her was like looking at a... clown.

The thought of this caused the already numb pain to surge back like a tidal wave, completely engulfing her shattered consciousness.

enough.

So be it.

And so, sink into oblivion, dissipate, and return to a state even more "nothing" than "nothing"... Stop thinking about it.

Don't...

However, just as she was about to completely melt into this sea of ​​despair...

A touch of warmth appeared.

It was a feeling that should never exist here.

How could there be any "warmth" in this gray ruin of consciousness, reflected by her own dead heart?

Is it an illusion?

Was it a final, unfulfilled dream before death?

Shejina ignored it.

I just want to sink into despair.

She curled herself up even tighter, trying to shut out this superfluous, false warmth.

However, that warmth did not disappear.

No forcing, no intrusion.

It simply exists there, quietly, gently, yet with unwavering determination.

Like a sun quietly rising in the eternal polar night.

Its very existence is the absolute negation of "darkness" and "coldness".

The Gnostic text, the Nāgammadi Manuscript 9, Melchizedek, states:

The Supreme God commanded a struggle between the two: if Demosisto wins, humanity will be eternally imprisoned in the material world; if Sophia wins, she will gain the right to reshape the universe.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that Shejina knew to the bone, carrying a relaxed laugh, rang out in that warmth.

"Hahahaha!"

That man, the man Shejina had been longing for.

Existence itself is a negation of nothingness.

Despite the lack of light, Shejina could still see the azure eyes; despite the lack of space, she could still see the beauty of the body even through the loose clothing.

All these elements combine to create a unique and robust masculine beauty.

This is the manifestation of the spiritual world.

"Ah, well, how should I put you now, Shekina?"

Novia said this.

"She looks really cute."

Then, the Nagamadi Collection states:

God, through a bloodless sacrifice, proclaimed Sophia's (Shekina's) victory.

589: You've worked hard, Ritsuka (16,000)

"……cute?"

Shejina repeated the word blankly.

cute.

In heaven, she is the "Holy Sanctuary (Shekhinah)," the "Sophia," and the "Heavenly Throne" that stands beside the Holy Throne and is closest to the origin of God.

It is a synonym for sacredness, majesty, order, and absolute correctness.

After the fall, there is jealousy, the "mother" that has devoured countless myths and borne all malice.

It can be great or insignificant; it can be sacred or filthy; it can be revered or feared.