The Creator of the Multiversal Cosmos and Its Associated Interdimensional Realms. Her will do—capital H.
Mother to @Chrona, @Nexus and @Death. Sister to @TheDestructrix. Ex-wife of @LucienneLeVert. 6'10" tall. Asexual omniromantic.
[Roleplay account • FC: Alexina Graham]
| Fandoms | Open |
| Writer | #EllieNotEleanor (#Giraffe) |
| Origin | Original character |
| Came into being | 13.81 billion years ago |
In Her Infinite Wisdom, She has summoned @Excalibur and @VivienneNimue to the Cosmic Realm to appear as witnesses in @MorganaLeFay's tribunal for crimes against the Multiverse.
The only caveat for setting foot in the realm of The Creatrix is that one must only do so nude. This is not an issue for Nimue or Le Fay, but She suspects that it may be uncomfortable for Excalibur. [x]
@Lucifer At this frankly insubordinate request, She huffs. But She did not come all the way to Hell to come away from this negotiation empty handed. So, against Her every instinct to just snap Her fingers and summon Her sister to obliterate the fallen Angel, the Creatrix gently drops to Her knees and clasps her hands together.
“I beg of you, Samael, My dearest one, to release Ms. Corbett and restore her human soul. The Cosmos do not need an Antichrist. They need a Savior. And she will return, >
“My child. I am appealing to your better nature, such as it is. You have done more than your share of evil in the realms of living mortals for one eternity. Please, I beseech you to release young Robyn Jane Corbett from her damnation and unending sin. She cannot endure this torment indefinitely; this you know all too well.”
To better facilitate this process, She has restored @Lucifer to her former state, limbs, senses and all.
@RobynCorbett “I do not try, Ms. Corbett. I simply do.”
Then, assuming a nude form, the preferred state for an audience with the Light-Bringer in Hell, She winks at the Antichrist and vanishes in a bright burst of ethereal radiance.
@RobynCorbett She appears in all Her Glory to the woman chosen as the Antichrist. Kneeling down beside Robyn’s bed, The Creatrix strokes her dark, wiry brunette locks.
“I can offer you a way out, Robyn Corbett,” She says in a softly echoing voice, “But only through acceptance and forgiveness of yourself.”