An error.  Rather than some profound truth about humanity delivered by an individual losing it, Aforgomon received only a dull and unremarkable vision halfway between a human's despair and a zombie's hunger.  Really, though, this revelation should not have surprised it.  Rumbling with guttural utterances, Aforgomon pushed the wriggling corpse through a tear of light to a dying realm.  With its other hand, it reached imploringly across the gaps between worlds to a place where the woman had lived but her family had died.  Its invisible digits curled around the woman and pulled her through, producing from empty air a still-breathing but otherwise exact replica of the human whose death it caused.

Blinking, the woman gained her senses back slowly.  From her hopeless and horrible fate she'd been rendered unconscious by the power of some unseen savior and pulled away from the mobs of indefatigable undead.  She discerned herself to be in the same village, though in a better state, and mercifully free of zombies in the immediate area.  When she heard, “Mama?” she froze.  From their hiding places in the partially-ruined house emerged her two children, her husband, and her brother, who only moments ago imagined their loved one snatched away by an incomprehensible force.  Tears ran down the woman's cheeks to see her family alive; she did not understand anything about what happened, but she knew she was grateful.  “Thanks be to God, ” she said before fainting from exhaustion into her family's arms.

One of her tears never reached the ground.  Aforgomon wiped it away like a mother for her child and placed it on its tongue.  A dream restored from hopelessness to happiness soothed—a kind of delectable rapture that no bloody art could replicate.  Then Aforgomon sensed something else, and disappeared.

In the shadowed halls of Mount Olympus, it manifested from brilliant light, in doing so scaring the wits out of some minor deity [url=http://pre13.deviantart.net/1ecf/th/pre/i/2012/150/e/e/musicians_by_naturaljuice-d51q70w.jpg]goddess, a little more than a spirit of music[/url].  With its eyeless skull the Great One regarded the girl while her fear paralyzed her limbs, recalling her dreams.  This gentle soul had sided with the old gods when conflict first arose, for she loved her parents, but after the revolution of the powerful but irresponsible Merged this music spirit had been deprived of her heart and made a janitor as punishment.  Aforgomon left her behind, trekking with lethargic movements toward the source of the blasphemous signal that washed across its mind.  

At length it pushed open the door of a shadowed room and entered.  Though unlit, this chamber held no secrets for Aforgomon.  It could tell how the room's objects and furniture lay in disarray, and the writhing figure at its center.  Unseen to any other god's eye, the place exhibited a thorough saturation of rainbow-hued dream fluid, enough to make the Great One titter in anticipation.  Wading through the enticing, many-colored molasses, Aforgomon knelt by the twisting body of Thalios.  By the handful it scooped its syrupy food into its mouth, relishing the knowledge and imagination of a god, though it grew increasingly disturbed by an offsetting twinge in the flavor.  After a few moments, it slowed and then ceased its consumption.  Something about the nightmare of a nightmare god rubbed Aforgomon the wrong way.  Intrigued by this idea, the Great One laid its fingers across Thalios' forehead, as if taking a sickly child's temperature.  The next moment, it vanished, traveling through parts unknown to the place where Thalios dreamed.

Aforgomon appeared in the dark room of Thalios' mind, waiting and watching.