Mabel walks through the fields of Paradise in a daze. Here, she is happy. She is safe and loved, and she gives love to the angels in turn.

"Love, love, love. Lovey, dovey, dove!"

Mabel giggles as she kisses her husband Greg. She then drags her children into a hug. Here, everything is perfect. She doesn't remember what had happened to Earth. She doesn't care anymore. The dead world seems so far away now, long ago abandoned from her memory. But the peace of Paradise is disturbed. A lone figure, clad in darkness and wearing a Victorian top hat, approaches. The sky begins to distort and change. The heavenly light of Paradise is replaced by a deep, crimson red. Blood pours from the clouds, raining down upon the perfect fields. The blood is painful, burning to the touch. Mabel's skin begins to boil as she runs inside her home, cowering away from the darkness. The figure walks into the house, looking over the family with a sadistic smile. She knows that face. The face of her brother.

"Dipper?!"

The dark stranger approaches her, chuckling in a low, hoarse voice. He approaches her, rubbing a delicate hand along her soft, warm cheek.

"I... am Thamiezel."

The mad devil's hands tighten around her throat, burning her body with the touch. Her skin is blistering and melting. She screams in pain. She is in complete agony as her brother slowly chokes her into subconscious. He torments her soul, completely unaware of who she is. He has fallen so far. He is lost forever. Mabel falls into the chasm of his evil soul as the might of Paradise begins to fall.

And then she darts awake. The vampiric queen looks around the throne room. Thamiezel snores lightly next to her, a weak, gentle smile on his face. Wendy and Pacifica lie in the bed, rolling around slightly in the sheets. Zelestra releases a deep sigh as she falls back down.

"Nightmare. Why'd I have a nightmare? That doesn't make any sense."

"Sister?"

Thamiezel awakens, meeting her gaze.

"I had a nightmare."

"Strange. That shouldn't happen anymore. We have control of our minds, not the other way around."

"Well, maybe I just got a little too into my dreams."

"Maybe we should look around."

Thamiezel and Zelestra leave the bed as shapeless smoke, preventing their movement from waking their human companions. The two search with their minds through the rooms, attempting to discover the source of the abnormality in Zelestra's dreams. Wendy begins shifting around, moaning and groaning. The twins look in on her thoughts, finding her in another of her nightmares. But hers is more potent, more dangerous than before. She's screaming as Thamiezel and Zelestra tower over her, laughing as they rip her apart, tearing out her lungs and ruining her body. They abandon her to be the plaything of Gideon. Wendy darts awake, looking around the room as her demonic power triggers, beginning to burn the bed. Thamiezel snuffs out the fire as Wendy realizes what happened.

"Oh… crap… what time is it?"

"Two in the morning. Something is causing nightmares." Zelestra replies with a whisper. Wendy moves out of the bed, yawning as she walks over to the twins. They notice a dark presence flee from Wendy's mind and enter Pacifica. She begins tossing and turning as the dark entity causes her nightmares. The twins enter her thoughts, finding Pacifica in a cage, abandoned by all life. They pull her out of the nightmare, sensing the lowly presence that caused the bad dreams. Thamiezel drags the entity before him, glaring down at the invisible sentience.

"Rude. Trying to cause nightmares to my family."

The entity curses and shouts in the language of Tartarus. Thamiezel smiles devilishly.

"Leave me alone! Let me go!"

"Why should I?"

"Let me go! I am the great Zalzur!"

"Never heard of him."

The four lovers see the shape of the demon, a geometric creature similar to Bill Cipher. The dark blue star with a green eye struggles against its bonds.

"What is with you demons and your unoriginal forms? Seriously, you're the second star I had to kill."

"What?"

"The Star of Telepathy. That was me."

"I… you lie!"

"Do I?"

Thamiezel reveals his infernal majesty, a seemingly infinite tunnel of evil leaking out from the void within his center.

"Oh… no! Please! Have mercy!"

"Let me think about it…"

"Please!"

"HE TOLD YOU TO LET HIM THINK ABOUT IT!"

Zelestra's scream silences the small demon. The insignificant star cowers before her, realizing he attempted to ensnare the minds of Thamiezel and Zelestra.

"I'm… I'm so screwed."

"Nah, I'd call you more of a shuriken. Screws are round, but you're all… spikey." Thamiezel replies.

"I… what?"

"I've decided to spare you. But, I have one, simple task for you."

"Wh-what?"

"Dance."

And thus, the demon Zalzur became the personal dance puppet for the throne for twelve years.