"Hi. I made a list of all the things that the government needs to know about and I guess the next thing is to have a meeting and tell them all those things?"

"Indeed. I have informed the Chief Director of the PRT and the Deputy Chief Director is ready to join us in a meeting at a moment's notice. Did you, ah, have any success communicating with Behemoth?"

"No. He's - hibernating? He's not having any thoughts. I set up a video feed but I don't have the magic here to set up faster-than-light communication except by making stuff."

"I see. Should I come pick you up, then?"

"That or send me a mental image of the place where you want to hold the meeting and I can teleport to it."

"A mental image?"

This is the mind-reading I mentioned. It's also - actually, primarily - communicative and you can send me images by thinking about responding to me. I'm still not reading your mind but I'll get things you send right at me.

He sends a mental image of a meeting room.

He pops to the meeting room. Here.

Legend is already there, as well as a man in a suit, a person wearing full body armor and holding a gun, at rest, the man with the green robes and the metal mask, and a cape Epic has not met before with a golden helmet and body armor with blue chain mesh.

"It's true," murmurs the unknown cape in awe.

"Hi. Yeah, sorry. It occurred to me while I was writing down the things to tell you that I should have offered to prove it - anyway, I can do that now. Hi. I'm Epic."

    "I'm Hero," the man—boy, really, he has a young voice that can't be older than twenty—with the helmet introduces himself.

"You've seen Eidolon from afar, I think," Legend says, gesturing at the man with the robe—

—who dips his head in acknowledgement—

"—and that's Deputy Chief Director Guerra."

    "It is fascinating to meet you," says Guerra.

(Eidolon is doing the 'the fact that I exist is a private thought' thing. Must be his power.)

"I'm glad I'm here," he says, and none of the chairs look comfy or will leave him at eye level with anyone else so he makes one. "I wish I could go home but only so I could get you all some better help."

Hero gawks. "Is that real?" he asks excitedly.

"The chair? Yeah, conjured stuff is exactly the same as stuff you make without magic." And a very tentative smile. "Demons have the coolest magic in the multiverse."

"And it's really magic? Not a superpower like ours? I suppose there might not be a difference..."

"There is actually an important difference, which I haven't had time to test yet. I can make anything that's not itself magic. If superpowers aren't magic -and if they're not intelligent, I also can't do minds - then I can probably make Tinker stuff."

    "...okay that is just incredible, maybe if I—"

"Hero," Legend says, fondly.

    "—sorry," Hero says, his sheepish grin unoccluded by the helmet.

"Can you tell these gentlemen what you've told me, Epic?" Legend invites.

He likes Hero! He grins right back. He conjures the list he made earlier. "Okay. So. There are alternate dimensions. Everything we've seen so far suggests there might be infinitely many. A few of them independently invented a means of travelling between dimensions, and they met up and now conduct projects across a couple hundred dimensions, including the one I was born in and the one I live in. About half of dimensions have magic. Usually magic isn't transmissible - you get it by being born there, or else it only works while you're there - but some kinds of magic are, and so I have magic from several different magic systems. 

I have telepathy with a range of about ten miles with strangers, three hundred miles with people I know intimately, married couples can hit a thousand. I have a teleport with a range of 'anywhere in this and adjacent dimensions', I can target by coordinates or more precisely by an image of what I'm aiming for, and I can conjure a scale model of the place I'm aiming for and use that as my mental image. Behemoth is in intergalactic space lighteons from everyone. I can take people with me when I teleport; I could take a planet with me but it's hard to make sure it's spinning properly when it lands. I can turn things invisible, range is loosely visual. I can do illusions but they don't quite look convincing. I can heal humanoids, touch-range, to perfect health. I can turn people into birds, also touch-range.

I can make anything that is made out of atoms and not smarter than a snail. The range on that is measured in astronomical units and there's a volume-per-time limit but it won't come up unless I'm making a planet. 

In my home world you can compose magic songs that do all kind of stuff; recordings of those songs still work as magic and I have a bunch of them. In my home world you can also make magic artifacts that do all kinds of stuff; I know how to do that but it takes a really long time.

And some of the Earths in the multiverse are way ahead of yours and I can conjure 23rd-century technology for you. And your universe has aliens and if we think it's a good idea I can go hop around their planets seeing if they have any advanced technology we can use here."

    "Legend—I must ask—are you sure—" starts the Deputy Chief Director.

"Yes. He has in fact teleported with much more precision than any other teleporter on record, and our observations on the field are consistent with him being able to do that. He has, as you've seen, conjured a chair, and the means of communication he chose to use was a prototype commlink that was thoroughly discontinued, destroyed, and all records of its existence purged—Hero made sure of this last part himself." Hero looks somewhat smug at this. "He did also communicate telepathically with me, which may not automatically mean he has general mind reading, but is at least suggestive. I and several other capes including Library of Alexandria and Hero have witnessed him heal people whose internal organs were all but liquefied with a touch. He has conjured the most stunningly beautiful building I've ever laid eyes on or even heard tell, and the inside is somehow even more stunning. He sang like no human I heard, and—

"All of this may not necessarily automatically mean he is speaking the truth. But I think we've seen enough to at least hear him out and see what evidence he has of this." He sounds oddly protective.

"I'm happy to prove it. I can take you all to the Moon if you want?"

"And you'll give us twenty-third century tech to help us breathe?" Hero asks, sounding enthralled by the possibility.

"I could but also I can make air lots faster than it dissipates in vacuum and then you can just walk around and breathe normally. I guess the technology way might feel safer if you're not used to demons."