Thalios felt a new presence more than he saw it. A mind unlike any he had seen, young but vast. It was a reminder that he was either very much in trouble or someone had taken interest in his plight.
Anubis towered over Thalios, its face a snarl of rage as it attempted to crush the life from the nightmare god. Thalios never felt its blow, falling into his own mind. Knocked to the floor, body limp, he communicated outwards. 
A long bladed sword sliced Thalios' chest from neck to stomach, but no blood rushed out this time. Beyond flesh and blood, this being wasn't just a creator of nightmares. He [i]was[/i] nightmares. Every twisted monster of your imagination ever conceived was what flowed through this creatures veins. Exposed ribs marked his anatomy but a writhing mass of darkness and hungry red eyes squirmed inside. One such monster retaliated with a jagged lance of white bone impaling Anubis through the eye.

The dream wavered for a moment before it returned to just minutes prior. Alone in the room again Thalios stood. Phobetors words had always seemed like a taunting message when he was young but they came unbidden to his mind now. 
Even gods can dream, he had once said. Thalios hadn't understood the meaning then but it dawned on him now. Thalios ran from the room with purpose, unassailes, and made the balcony overlooking the entire nightmare plane. In the distance they stood, more dead gods on twisted limbs and bloody strings, with a figure behind them laughing.
The dream reset as revelation came.

Thalios' wasn't just having a nightmare, he was sharing a dream. A hope and conscious thought of every god he could see. A premonition? A warning? 

"I must leave. I must escape! The gods must be warned, the pantheon must be told!" He whispered aloud, mind racing on the implications presented here. The dream felt different now, not pleasant, but half finished. Like something had eaten a part of it.. The madness? The terror? Yes that was it. The nightmare had focused on merged being afraid. It had effected Thalios like a virus and forced him to experience its demand.
"Whatever you are. Whoever you are. You feed on nightmares. Tell me then.. Are you hungry?" A grin took his face even as the puppet gods shambled into his home.
"I hope you are.." It was a gamble, but it had to be done. 
As the others shambled forward it happened. The transformation from this 'mortal' form was an explosion of darkness and screams that swept the puppets away like flies.
Thalios stood in the centre of the room with his wand in hand, elongated to a staff. In its centre swirled his essence, a concentrated form of pure nightmares. To touch it would render you completely mad. Thalios was a skeleton now, cloaked in a swirling stream of shadows and memories bubbling across his chest. His face was a freakish mixture of bone and flesh, black eyes gazed from the sockets while goat horns curled from his cranium. His cloak was an unknown type of grey fur decorated with skulls of animals and humans alike.

The darkness of his being, like his staff, was the essence of dreams. "Come, eater, and sample to main dish! Deliver me from this place!" He roared as he destroyed the staffs hold in his captured essence. What could be tastier than the true essence of nightmares?