Few people have the chance to - go back, do something again. But the other version of Kystle is a very specific exception. He knows what's in store for it if he doesn't do anything. Genocide for the invaders (Lynn would call it justified, he just thinks murder is murder), a second invasion of New Kystle, immortal psychopaths with sharp weaponry running around - not the kinds of things he wants. So Prime is thinking of ways to circumvent the problem.
It's unfortunately humbling when he finds no moral solution knocking at his door. There are plenty of immoral ones, but he doesn't touch those. Certainly, he could throw the out of work demon hunters at the plane, tell them to kill things, but that hardly solves the underlying problem. Even he, with all his power, can't save an entire planet. His sister couldn't, either. Not even both of them together.
Obviously, he needs more resources. He didn't deal much in other planes, not when the risks were so great. But now - now he knows that there are other versions of him, other versions of Bells. With various types of magic. Prime isn't a greedy man, but he knows new possible resources when he sees hints of them, and he wants them. He can fix - not his mistake in particular, but his mother's, the second bloodline's.
He spends some time scrying, and then he sighs and snaps his eyes shut. Yeah, that's definitely something. He did not need to see a younger version of himself having sex. Ever. Annoying how his alts seem to come in pairs with 'Bells,' it leads to awkward situations like this. Mirrors are retrieved, and then Prime informs everyone of what he's found - another Adarin, another Bell, together and obviously with some kind of magic.
Since Pantheon seems to be their impromptu central base, he retrieves a recent creation of his, and off he goes to meet with Spring. They're going to write a letter.
Obviously, he is a work of art. Ha.
"I have that annoying discontinuity which I spent being dead, and I also moved to a different world from my original when I was seventeen and this made birthdays a little hard to track, but on the order of ninety."
"Five hundred and something or other. I stopped caring after a while - mostly when everyone I hated died. It's strangely gratifying, outliving everyone you hate."
"Sort of. I am only mostly human. The non-human bits help immensely with longevity. Thus, five centuries and change."
"Around here, mostly human means not human, albeit potentially very cunningly disguised. What else are you?"
"Sort of. Except for the part where the half-breeds are inevitably crazy. My mother was one of those, she killed herself by leveling a capital."
"I think it might be more efficient if we told all these stories in Pantheon where the others are waiting," Spring opines. "Darren, is your twin - you have one too, right? - is he or she readily available? There's two of those around back near the portal hub at the moment."
"She. Uh - I can get her, but it's a bit of a flight from Forks to Seattle, so it will be a bit."
"A literal sword. He lost a fight with Zeviana, and apparently this resulted in him having to accept a nickname he didn't like from her, and he is determined to beat up your sister."
"She has killed like - eight people. And can shapeshift. Into a flying hooved quadruped. I don't think he'll get his wish."