New world's technology challenged the very limits of thoughts and imagination itself. Imagine for one moment a civilization so advanced that it could harness energy from every aspect, every corner of the planet it resided on. Every natural resource, every plot of land, every city, every kingdom, all being utilized to the maximum potential without any negative repercussions. Put that civilization on the Kardashev scale and you would get a type one civilization, thus a planetary civilization.

Going a little further than that and you would get a type two civilization, one with enough power and capabilities to harness the totality of energy from an entire star, a stellar civilization.

Going even further than that and we would get a type three civilization, one that commanded control and obedience from an entire galaxy, a galactic civilization.

It was easy, though, to be distracted by the fact that these were old Earthly terms, hypothetical scales and measurements of the old world. And the distance between New Mewni and the old world was vast. Mewman cultures did not use the same scale. And thus, at a glance it was difficult to classify their society truthfully. One could be tempted to put them at a type three civilization after witnessing their ability to travel between realms and vast distance of space but what people would often and easily forget was that these were beings whose mass and size could bend time and space by their sheer presence alone.

It was easy to forget that new world's technology could surpass a device that could literally do anything in the old world – the magic wand.

For all we knew, the new world could very well be type six civilizations.

Magic was gone, and yet these gods of the new world could still by some miracle of science recreate royal cheek marks that symbolized their god essence. Meteora's pair of clubs were clear as day. Star Butterfly's empty smooth cheeks on the other hand were curious at first, causing questions about the reliability of their abilities. Only for it to turn out that her lack of cheek marks only further reinforced the status of their power, as it was by choice, not by inability that Star had decided to leave her cheeks empty. Only further solidifying that these gods could do nearly anything they could wish for, if they so wish it.

"So these fountain pens," said Buff Frog as he curiously inspected the machine, "they are what you would call god weapons?"

"God devices," Meteora took back the pen, as her hand touched it, the machinery lit up with powerful plasma. "We don't really use them to fight."

"Imagine e-books," said Mariposa, "but able to easily store and download the entire Library of Congress, or better yet the entire history of Mewman written texts with one drop of ink, and still have plenty of room to spare."

"Approximately one yottabyte to be exact," said Meteora. "We use the pens to map out the multiverse, store information and travel through these makeshift portals."

"Makeshift?" Janna raised her eyebrow, "Why? What's wrong with these portals?"

"Nothing," said Mariposa. "Just that compared to the magic wand itself, which is a literal wishing machine, this really can't compare. Ms. Ordonia and Star took inspiration from the pen inside her old wand, the one she used to write in her journal with."

"At the end of the day," said Meteora, "you did your best, Ms. Ordonia, and it was one heck of a job, don't get me wrong. But these pens are still imperfect forms."

"I'm never going to get used to hearing my name like that," said Janna. "You all are creeping me out."

"Either way," Meteora began opening up the insides of the pen, inspecting its wondrous innards made of cogs, metal and screws not of this world, or really any three-dimensional worlds, "this device isn't really going to help us in a fight."

"Why?" Moon asked.

"Imagine you want to squash a bug or something," said Mariposa. "And the only thing around you can use is a sheet of paper. It's going to be decent to use against a bug in this case, but not so much if you want to fight other humans. I mean, I'm not saying papers aren't powerful. Papers are the blank canvas used to pass down laws, record knowledge, impart wisdom and invent worlds through imagination."

"It's a god device, sure," said Meteora, "we can use it to destroy any being in the lower reality. But against the God of Evil and his god followers? It's just going to run out of juice before we can even do anything to get his attention. Speaking of which… hmm… nearly out of juice. We best get back to New Mewni soon and recharge, before something bad happens."

"What are you worried about?" Mariposa nudged her friend, "They won't dare make a move on us with Star here with us. She can take them on, no problem. Besides, we still have plenty of time here in the Neverzone."

"Do we?" Meteora raised an eyebrow, "one second outside the Neverzone equals 1051200 seconds in here, which is approximately 12 days. That sounds like a lot of time, right?"

Mariposa nodded.

"WRONG!" Cried Meteora, "Think about who we're dealing here. Think about how fast the God of Evil can react. How fast he can think. This is a being so fast he can react to events before light itself even has a chance to start moving."

"Oh… right…"

"We need to get these guys back to New Mewni now," said Meteora, "so we can attempt soul fusion. Otherwise…"

"There's no time!" Cried Star, standing from afar, looking beyond up into the sky, in an endless space beyond. Seeing something nobody else could see.

"Pardon?"

"The Neverzone is an ideal environment for soul fusion," said Star. "It leaves behind very little traces. Not to mention, we risk violating the treaty if done on New Mewni."

"Treaty?" Moon asked, "What treaty?"

"No time to explain," said Star. "What we need to do now is find Hekapoo."

"Hekapoo?" Moon asked. "Why her specifically?"

"Getting to Omnitraxus directly is not possible," Star explained. "And Rhombulus isn't much use for our cause. So the next best thing is to find the old God of Portals. She will no doubt try to adapt, change along with this new era, change along the destruction of the magic. Thus, bearing a new name. We just need to figure out what that name is."

"How do you know she hasn't gotten… ahem," Meteora cleared her throat, "coerced by Evil? What if they all have?"

"Hekapoo is a tough cookie," Star smiled. "She's a master escape artist. An expert at running away. If anybody knows how to avoid his Evil gazes, it's her."

"So, okay, how does this ritual work?" Moon asked. "And which one of us will be fused with Hekapoo?"

"I'm… not entirely sure myself," said Star.

"What?" Cried Janna.

"Hopefully – she will fuse with one of you," said Star, as she continued to look on.

"I'm sorry, Chloe," said Jackie. "I'm Loyal to Marco now. There's nothing you can say that will change my mind."

"Hallelujah," cried Voiceful Ruby. "Gaze upon the wound of this flesh. It is not survivable, lethal, and impossible. And yet by a single touch of his unholy power, he had brought the body back to life, back to our waking world. It is a miracle, a miracle I say!"

"Hmm…" Marco croaked as his throat got sorer by the second. "Lo… L… Loyal…"

"I just… don't think we have much in common anymore," said Jackie.

"L… Loyalty…" he muttered.

"It is by his unholy order that we must cleanse this earth of monsters and Mewmans," Ruby's voice boomed, "in order to push ourselves into a new age, a New Earth. And hark! Behold! What's this? A red crown, painted of the blood of good people? Truly a magnificent fit for our evil king!"

"M… m… my hat… blood moon… hat…"

"We were a one-time fling at best anyway," said Jackie, "you should just move on."

"Lo… Loyalty…"

"Yes? My king?" Jackie turned her head.

"Ki… kiss my…m…"

"Oh, yes, my lord," said Jackie as she reached out to his hand, caressing it in her own like caressing a child before finally kissing the surface of the crumbling stony skin, with strange claws growing out of his cracked dry fingers.

"Today, we christen our lord!" Ruby shouted. "For he shall be baptized in the flames of the demon and in the blood of the Mewman invaders. Today he extends the length of his steel for us, his children, to grab unto, letting it dig deep into our crumbling mortal flesh, flesh of the old world, and let him take us beyond the Star and into the new world. Today, we crown him the savior, the miracle worker, the king, the lord, the master, the virus, the poison, the black hole, the revelation, the truth of the new world. Today, WE ALL BECOME ANEW IN HIS GLORY! HALLELUJAH!"

"It's time," Rasticore said. Lowering the crimson crown unto Marco's head, letting it rest gently as the boy sat there on his throne of flesh and steaming metal scrap.

"As it is prophesied in a time beyond time, in a place beyond space," Ruby cleared his throat, "It shall come, the silent rage of god. It shall come, the eternal holy war. It shall come, the blood sun and blood moon colliding. He shall come, THE GOD OF EVIL!"

The god opened his eyes, and before him he saw the cosmos bowing down to him. Stars and moons and planets and asteroids gathered for this momentous event, the crowning of the God of Evil. His facial features cracked, giving way to new and darker energy beneath his dry dying skin. He had tried to resist the power for far too long now. Months, days, years, smashed together as the space got deformed by the massive size of gods. His throat was sore, and he spoke less and less, but with the massive following he had amassed – he did not need to speak.

He raised his hands into the air, and the ground shook.

There beyond in the sky two massive celestial bodies appeared from the vast sea of the cosmos.

One a burning ball of flame, bigger than the sun itself, scorching with blood fire. Its heat alone was enough to vaporize nearly half the rivers and lakes on Earth, even parts of the ocean. Evaporating the shores, draining the trees dry, causing drought and famine everywhere it touched.

The other a cold empty barren ball of stone, frozen with an icy surface, reflecting crimson shine from within its ruby core. Its dominating will and gravity were enough to pull the ocean itself out of its home. Tsunamis and waves crashing everywhere it went – the tears of frozen blood.

With one hand he grabbed onto the ball of fire, and the other the ball of ruby.

And with unholy righteous fury, he began to pull.

It looked impossible. The two objects were far away, and yet here he was controlling them from billions of miles away with an invisible force. Mortals would be tempted to call this boy the most powerful telekinetic in the world.

But those with god eyes, those who could see above three dimensions, those who could see beyond – they knew that in the deep space, the God of Evil's hands were bigger than stars. And it was only by his grip and strength that these massive bodies were pulled unto one another.

He pulled, pulled and pulled.

And he laughed.

A cackle that echoed beyond space and time. A cackle that traveled to the edge of the multiverse in seconds. A cackle so loud, one could barely hear the two celestial bodies crashing violently into one another, even when the two were near enough the atmosphere where sound could travel across.

Blood sun and blood moon colliding.

For some, this was the end of the world. But for the gods – this was the beginning.

"Did you hear that?" Mariposa asked.

"A laugh," Meteora replied, "yes."

"Whose laugh was that?" Dennis asked.

"You don't think…" said Mariposa.

And Meteora simply responded with a nod.

"It's him alright," said Star. "Marco."

"Marco?" Moon turned her head.

"The God of Evil," said Star. "There's a very high possibility that Marco, the Marco of your Earth, has just fully given into Evil. I can feel the vibration of a moon and a sun crashing into one another."

"Just like in the prophecy," Mariposa said to Star. To which Star did not respond, only made herself go deeper into her thoughts.

"Prophecy?" Moon asked. "What prophecy?"

"Sorry, Mrs. Butterfly," said Meteora, "but no time to explain. It's a long story."

"Meteora," Star commanded, "I need you to run back to New Mewni this instant and inform Janna of what's going on. Run, don't use the pens. You might be followed otherwise."

"But Star," said Meteora, "you're faster than I am. Shouldn't you do it to save time?"

"I have absolute faith in your speed," Star grinned. "Besides. I need to stay behind, to protect these guys. And to overlook the fusion process."

Meteora nodded:

"Understood."

"Now go."

"Wait a minute, she's just going to run?" Janna wondered. "She's not going to use a portal?"

"Mariposa and Meteora are couriers basically," said Star proudly. "The best of the best. They can run faster than anything."

Without hesitation, Meteora secured the pen back onto her waist, took her position and sped off away into the distance in less time than it took for anybody to even blink. No warning, no reluctance, only speed. None of the mortals even had time to compute the event that just unfolded before their eyes. She did not leave a single trace, it was as if she was never there.

"Whoa."

"Shouldn't I have gone with her?" Mariposa asked.

"It only takes one to deliver a message," said Star. "I actually have a different job for you. I need you to travel outside, to the edge, and tell me which one of the three Commission is missing. I need to know if he has gotten to any of them."

"Roger that, ma'am," Mariposa saluted. "Do you need me to run? Or can I just portal myself there?"

"Run," Star commanded. "It is known to me that Betrayal followed you through your portal when you retrieved these guys from Wyscan."

"Yeah," Mariposa began awkwardly toying with her hair. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay," Star smiled. "This is exactly why I want you to run. We can't take any more risk before finding out how he has compromised our portals. That's why Hekapoo is so important to us."

Mariposa nodded:

"Understood."

The moment the second hand on the cosmic clock moved forward in the next instant in the temporal field, Mariposa raised her hand to the side of her temple, saluted her God of Republic, and just like Meteora before her, danced off into the blackness of the stars above, into a place beyond speed. No trace, no hesitation.

"I am so confused," Ludo stared into the black space with bewilderment.

"Get used to it," said Star. "You haven't seen anything just yet. For all we know, Hekapoo could very well fuse with your soul. It'll be really overwhelming then. You'll start hearing voices, and she might even try to temporarily take over to communicate with us."

"Now that you mention it," Buff Frog joined in, "I have been hearing… voices in my head as of late. Does that have anything to do with this?"

"Did you now?" Star's eyes lit up. "What did those voices sound like? Were there many? What did they say?"

"I… I'm not sure," Buff Frog stuttered. "It was a little vague actually. I couldn't understand what they were talking. It sounded strange."

"That's the god tongue alright," said Star. Contemplating something in her head, before yelling out loud, "brace yourselves, everyone! Hekapoo might be here soon. And her god body might cause collateral damage. One wrong move and it could destroy this whole dimension."

"What?" Everyone cried out in unison.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Star reassured them. "Stick with me and my god essence will protect you. Now…"

Heaven crackled, fire and lightning rained down out from the corners of their eyes, instantly alerting them to a threat they had not anticipated before. The loud sounds and the tremors rupturing through the air were sudden, racing their heartbeats to a rate they had never felt before. The fires were bolting down from the sky at an unimaginable speed, consuming everything it touched, and the ground quaked open, rupturing the plates beneath and opening up the screams of agony tortured by hellfire underneath, trying to crawl its way back to the world of the living.

"What's happening?" Moon shouted, trying to balance herself, "Is this… is this soul fusion?"

"I should've never left the castle," Ludo cried, as he jumped onto his little brother's arms. "Hold me, Dennis! I'm scared."

"Star Butterfly?" Buff Frog looked to Star for answers.

When you cry out in your nightmares, it is I, your god, that you see.

"No…" Star's eyes widened, "not now!"

"What?" Moon cried, "What is going on?"

"The shockwave from the blood sun and blood moon," Star cried. "It's not supposed to reach here this fast. Not yet. Unless… oh no…"

"TALK TO US!" Janna cried from afar.

"Space and time are falling apart!" Star shouted back over the loud crackling, "How could I have miscalculated. EVERYONE! Stay close, otherwise…"

Another lightning struck, cutting her off before she could finish. A magnificent blade of plasma, of heavenly fire struck from the unholy heaven. Splitting off the spatial field holding the entire Neverzone dimension together. Star tried reaching out her hand, but the space was distorting, cracking like a fragile pane of glass. Drifting them all further and further in the blackness beyond time and space.

"No…" Star cried under her breath.

"STAR!" Moon and Janna bellowed.

"Hold on!" Star shouted back, "The republic must not fall! It can't."

"Otherwise – Evil wins."

A familiar voice echoed in the distortion of space. Star turned her head both to the right and to the left at the same time. There within the body of Buff Frog a strange energy surged within. Powering through and speeding off into every vein, every nerve, every cell of his body. Buff Frog shook, as his mortal skin was having a difficult time adjusting to the God World, the god language.

His hand trembled, and in the middle of it all a fire lit from the heart of the empty distorted space. A never-ending fire that did not need to be fed, a fire that would burn even in a vacuum – a god fire. A flame not of the old world, but a flame redefined, renamed in a new era, a new world.

"Hekapoo?" Star cried in the deep empty space, "Y… your… your name."

Using Buff Frog, she nodded her head:

"We have to go now, Star! Save those you can save. We're running out of time."