Thalios nodded as Flemming agreed to his reasoning. No other god had opposed, not the evil ones, so the verdict was final as the Nightmare god turned to leave. The pantheon had been warned and his job was at an end. There were others in the underworld even now at the gate investigating but Thalios could not wait idly as their greatest threat was even now plotting for a way out to get revenge. In the back of his mind the thought of Phobetor and his mother Nephthys who had both willingly stepped aside to allow their sons rise to full control of their spheres of influence. The shadows beckoned, the nightmares sang, and the underworld had always been home. 
Hopefully the two of them would find peace wherever they escaped to. Not that the dead gods would likely come for their own former allies, but Thalios did worry that both would be seen as traitors. Better to have them stay out of the politics of it all.

The black tar burned a light purple as it spread across his body, burning bright as it reduced his form to ashes. When the flames subsided the only trace of Thalios on Olympus was the black stain of his passing. 
The same burning purple flame exploded in Elysium, the plane for distinguished souls of the dead. This was primarily a place of reward for the mortals that proved to be of good morals and understanding. Thalios flowed across this world like a slug, feeling the ground for a trace of something. No god had been to Tartarus, it was a place you threw someone who greatly displeased the gods, not a vacation spot. That did not mean there wasn't a way to access it. 
The gods at the gates could play safe and steady as long as they wanted but that would not stop a threat already inside. 
Thalios leaned up and stared at the ceiling to the underworld, the layer of Gaia that separated the underworld from the mortals. But the thoughts went much further, out to the surface of the world seeking something. Someone. If this thing could be called a someone. Aforgomon had been a creature of vast intellect and a deep curiosity capable of finding the nightmare god in his own realm in his own dream. Power unimaginable would be needed for such a feat. If such a creature could find him in his place of power then perhaps he could find the entrance to Tartarus?
The problem was finding the dream shambler would be more difficult than finding the prison of the old dead gods.