Thalios. God of the shadows, master of nightmares and scourge of the unwaking world. His presence alone could kill most mortal creatures while others were shown the greatest of nightmares. Few wake when met with his displeasure. All save the children. Thalios was many things to many people but to children he was kind, almost nurturing. His mother taught him compassion for those unprepared to handle the gift he gave. Strong men and women could survive his power but a child was fragile.. Gentle. They did not deserve such cruelty so early in their lives.

Thalios ran in terror from the grim sight behind him. Thousands of rotting corpses shambled after him, led by the dead gods who refused to bend the knee. They roared for his head even as Anubis caught Thalios' shoulder. The dead god spat upon his face even as it crushed him into the ground.
"MERGED FILTH. YOU WILL SUFFER FOR ETERNITY" it roared, throwing him into the throng of corpses. Thalios screamed as he struggled to escape, he knew he must fight but no strength found his limbs. He glimpsed at the faces of the dead and knew his end would come soon. A great axe swept for the merged gods neck.

His whole body jerked as Thalios snapped back to reality. He gasped for air even as he fell to his knees, grasping his wand for dear life. A nightmare. A NIGHTMARE. Thalios tried to calm himself from the implications but could find no rational thought. 
From behind they grabbed him. The gods! The fallen! His scream was a muffled cry as one of the dead gods slammed their fist into his face over and over while another robbed Thalios of his wand. Not a moment later he felt the sharp talons of his own weapon tear open his chest.

In a blink he was back in that same room, no gods attacked him, no corpses screamed his curses. It was darkness. The landscape was pitch black as he stood in the center of his dwelling. His wand was gone, he felt it keenly, and knew he was still in a nightmare. Each time he was punished or killed he would return. Thalios moved to the door and glanced out over his realm. 
The dead gods stood with stiff limbs, some twisted grotesquely, all of them blank faced like a marionette. A lone figure towered over all of them, in his hands were the strings tied around the neck and limbs of all the dead. The twisted puppeteer laughed as it flicked its pinky. A great lightning bolt exploded through Thalios' chest to launch him clear across the room with a singed hole through his chest. 
In a blink he was standing in the centre of the room once more. "please..." He whispered to the darkness. "someone. Anyone.. FREE ME"