Answer:
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
What asks but never answers?
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?