Thank you for the interesting Shyamalan twist, Sharkerbob.
My current web serial is a set of interconnected tales being told to core characters about an evolving set of events. So I have a few main characters showing up. Now, I'm absolutely terrified of these multiple visits.
A younger Jykal would enter into my house and continually ask me where he was, where his soulmate had gotten to, and how he could get back home as fast as possible. An adult Jykal would simply stare me straight in the eyes and slowly, deliberately, drive his ancient sword through my chest, watching the life drain out of me. He wouldn't even gain any satisfaction out of the act, he would simply know it needed to be done.
A younger Ghelta... Oh dear gods, she would destroy my house. It would be like Leeloo from the Fifth Element, only angry, and very prone to destroying personal items. An older Ghelta would come right in, sit down on my couch, and begin asking me for days why I put her through hell. She'd rip me apart and burn my house to the ground before she went back.
The Jackal, when he showed up, wouldn't want to talk to me at all. He'd wait for one of the other characters to kill me, and then interrogate my ghost (provided I had one). Then he would harvest me instead of putting me to rest and take me into the world I created to see the full extent of the horrors I unleashed.
The God-Empress Shenikyrr would be the most civilized of all of them. She'd show up, break my couch (given she is almost 11 feet tall), and ask me a few questions about why I created her to be the way she is. She'd thank me, probably, given that she is a living god with a great deal of ability and time on her hands. But, given her nature and how I wrote her, she wouldn't let me live. She'd see me as a corrupt god-entity that she would have to put down and absorb. At least the death would be quick.
I didn't realize I made such a violent fantasy setting filled with so many people losing their minds and becoming monsters. Damn. I'm a cruel bastard.