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.
And then Prime gets the Sad Deer Face.
"If you do magic again will you come get me?"
Phix pets her boyfriend. "Sorry I didn't think to call you over, I couldn't figure out why you weren't following by yourself."
"I was comfy," he complains. "I thought there'd be like - some prep time or something, not just - bam, portal."
The painting stops looking like a painting and looks like a doorway.
"Done. Shall we get Aya and go, or do you feel like hosting a house party?"
"Our neighbors aren't nosy, but they're - existent. Pantheon sounds like a fine place to hang out and meet everybody, I doubt they really need to see the apartment or the store today."
"You've met Spring and Prime... I don't have a nickname yet but I'm Iobel, and that's Ice, and these are Edarial and Cypress, and their respective twins Zevros and Zeviana, and this is Cricket, and that's Berathyme, and I'm not sure whether it's customary to introduce daemons by name."
"Usually we introduce ourselves to their daemons, but it's completely fine for us to be introduced," says Vernaia. "Hi, I'm Vernaia! This is Pathalan!"
"Oh my goodness you are an adorable talking bird," says Darren, delighted. "Hi! I'm an adorable talking deer. With wings."
"Don't touch the talking birds," warns Ice. "Ever, ever, ever. The cat and snake don't have such dire consequences, but ask first. Though you won't be able to understand Cricket till you get a translation spell."
"Cricket is not a polite cat. I didn't think it would be a good idea for everyone to be able to understand him."
Cypress pets his daemon, smiling a little.