The Phi Am, a Thai spirit associated with widowhood and sleep paralysis, crept into the darkened chamber. It sought a chest to crush, a breath to steal. Chest-Sit Paralysis. It saw a hooded figure standing by the bed, perfectly still.
"A heavy sleeper," the Phi Am thought. "Delicious."
It leaped from the shadows, intending to land on the figure's chest and paralyze it with Nightmare Imposition.
The figure turned. It was Thanatos, the Greek personification of Death. His face was beautiful and terrible, devoid of fear. He held an inverted torch, the symbol of heavy mortality.
"You deal in bad dreams," Thanatos whispered, his voice smooth as the grave. "I deal in the Long Sleep."
He reached out and touched the Phi Am with the flame of his torch. Inverted Torch Extinguish.
It wasn't a burn; it was a cessation. The Phi Am did not scream; shadows cannot scream. It simply stopped being. It dissolved into nothingness, erased by the absolute authority of the End. Thanatos adjusted his robe and walked out through the wall, leaving the room silent.