The first thing Odin did when he entered a town was make his way to the nearest bar establishment, and Era was no different, as the Lich did what any creature of habit would do. The closest pub to his entrance wasn't that far, allowing Odin to quickly get away from the curious gazes of passing rune knights. He forgot how many patrolled Era but it made sense, with the town housing their headquarters, that the place would be crawling with knights. It only made things slightly more annoying for Odin but at the end of the day, if he so willed it, they would all die. The number mattered little.

As he entered the bar, all heads turned to him. Clad in his dark plate armour, but without a helmet, everyone saw the Lich enter. Standing taller than any of them, and looking like he would kill them in a moment if they so much as looked at him the wrong way, he made his way to the bar, and ordered a glass of wine, choosing to sit at the bar itself instead of finding a table. This pub wasn't like Odin was used to, there were more families than ruffians, but it was for that reason that he thought he could have some fun.

Odin had to admit he didn't think the general populace of Fiore had the balls to approach him and speak, let alone speak in such a familiar tone, even going so far as to perhaps insult the Lich in his attempts to make conversation. Odin held his glass of wine in his hand, debating whether or not it was worth wasting to smash the glass across the man's head, then blind him with whatever remained after the first attack. That was option one and, in an extremely rare twist of fate, Odin opted for option two. He spoke.

"Right now I'm neither, but I suppose it just depends on who you ask."

Many in the bar were stunned to hear the Lich reply, as they had no doubt expected option one to occur in some form or another, but Odin had good reasons for not killing the man right where he stood, at least for the moment. Whoever this strange man with a death wish was, he had foreign tastes. He had asked for Joyan sake, a drink Odin knew of but had never tried himself. Not only that but it was a drink he had never managed to source for his own pub, this in part due to how rare it was to find in Fiore.

In this moment, he was curious about two things. One: was the sake worth getting as a beverage in his pub, and two: did the bartender even have it?

Odin had to admit, he was rather perplexed by the man, something that didn't happen all that often. Everything the man said always seemed to flow in the same way. First, he'd say something to Odin that would cause the Lich to decide that now he was going to die, but then almost immediately afterwards he'd intrigue him a bit more with some more words. For example the man stated that Odin was not human, and seemed to wish for the Lich to leave even if he didn't outright say it. The irritated Odin to the point where he was ready to take it out on the man and the other bar patrons, but then it changed again. Then, the man ignored Odin completely and argued with the bartender about whether or not the current situation was worthy of drinking the sake, eventually getting it after highlighting the threat that Odin posed.

It was only after requesting a drink for Odin that the man actually gave the Lich time to reply, and again he was surprised. The man didn't seem any different to the average man in terms of strength, so being this close to Odin while he exerted his Fear can't have been easy. If anything, Odin was lightly impressed, as he finished his wine before replying to the man, his voice low and his words spoken like he was simply stating a fact, rather than plotting the deaths of a dozen people.

"Thank you for the drink, but I'm still probably going to kill both you and everyone else in here."

The Lich had met, and ultimately killed, many people like this man before him. He was either one of two types: an arrogant man who though he would be able to defeat the Lich and become a 'hero' to these people, or a rational man that just wanted to save as many people as he could, if he could. Whichever he was, he wasn't going to impress Odin. Now that the Lich had worked out that the man was simply stalling to try and find a non-violent solution, it made him want to interrupt him and just start killing, but he didn't.

Odin hadn't been many things in life, and he was even fewer in death, but he liked to think there was still some integrity to the man that had once been alive. This man wished to finish the bottle as his last wish and Odin had no reason to take that away from him. However long the man had been away from home, he deserved to have that lasting taste in his mouth. The taste of home, and of a simpler time. As the man asked to finish it, Odin just nodded, allowing him to continue.

"That's what most people like to use me as, so that is what I have become. I'd prefer Odin though, since that's my name."

It was an odd question, as of course Odin was the evil man. He had always been the big bad, the scary monster under the bed, and he felt no reason to change. He let the man continue for a bit longer though, as he asked to hear Odin's story. Drinking from his cup of sake, the taste being present just enough for Odin to desire it before turning to dust in his mouth, Odin looked across the room.

He saw a random mother and her children and he pointed at her, beckoning her over to him. Her fear was evident in her eyes, but she obeyed his silent demand, asking her children to look away as if she knew what was going to happen. The room was silent as the woman approached, eventually standing right next to Odin, who stayed in his seat next to the bar. He reached out one hand to rest on the woman's shoulder, almost as if he wished to reassure her and looking directly into her eyes as he did so. His hand then moved at great speed, moving to just below her chin before shooting up. Her hand flew back, and a satisfying snap sound was all that broke the silence, followed by a thud as the corpse fell to the bar floor.

"Look what you've done", Odin raised his hands in feigned incredulity, "You just had to go and ask me about myself, and now you've orphaned those two children over there. Why would you do such a thing?"

The rest of the room had the reaction that Odin would expect from seeing the murder of a mother: one of shock and terror that they would be next. However, interestingly, the man before Odin was unfazed. He didn't seem to care about the death, even going so far as to agree with Odin that it was his fault. That part, Odin presumed, was just due to the shock, or perhaps this man was truly apathetic: a rare kind of person that just didn't care for anyone else.

The man's next words really intrigued Odin, as he asked him to kill the children as well, since it would make things easier for everyone. The children wouldn't have to live without a mother, and this man wouldn't have to be indebted to them and protect them due to being responsible. His only request was that Odin kill them quickly, which just caused the Lich to laugh maniacally. "You are in no position to make any requests of me. You're an interesting character, so I will grant your first request."

At this point, the children had an inkling of what was going to happen, however they could never know the true extent. The patrons of the establishment, however, knew exactly what was about to happen. But none of them wished to get in the way. If they had, it would just cause another death, which was realistically and logically a stupid idea.

Walking up to the children, Odin looked down at them. An eight year old and perhaps a six year old, boy and girl. The boy looked like he could be strong and survive through this, but the girl was breaking down in tears. It was quite an inspiring scene, but it made no difference to Odin. He sat down in front of the two children, grabbing the boy first and pulling him into death's embrace. His plan was to break each limb first before killing him, but it didn't quite work as well.

Turned out Odin had more strength than he realised, and the bodies of children were much easier to tear apart. Flesh tore as Odin removed the boy's leg, allowing him to howl in pain as he tossed his leg to the right, and his body to the right. He would bleed out and die from that eventually, allowing him to experiment something with the girl, something the brother would watch.

She tried to run, which was commendable, but not enough, as Odin grabbed her by her collar, standing once more as he lifted the girl up. He then threw her into the ground, at such ferocious speed that he heard the crunch and snap of bones breaking. He lifted her back up and repeated the motion. Three more times, each brutalising the girl's body more and more. At the end she was nothing more than a mushy corpse, but her screams echoed in the room as did those of her brother who would see it all before passing out from the blood loss. He would die too, in time.

Odin then looked over to the samurai, "Satisfied?"

Man, this guy was pissed. Odin brutally torturing and then killing the children was probably something he hadn't considered, and it apparently filled the man with rage. When the Lich had looked up to the samurai, asking what he thought about what had just transpired, it was a different feeling than what he had given off previously. After meeting the Lich the man had seemed scared, but resolved and hopeful that he could save some of the people here. After murdering the woman in front of him there had been no emotional change, nothing to suggest the man had any care about what happened to people, despite him later having the audacity to tell Odin the methods by which he should commit his second and third murder.

But these two murders had sparked something in the man: an emotional response, finally. The man was angry and, in his enraged state, he was irrational and reckless. He charged at Odin with his fist raised, no doubt hoping that somehow it would break the Lich and stop all this from happening. One punch capable of defeating this evil and saving the people of the pub from their potential deaths.

The punch collided... and nothing more. Odin didn't flinch, didn't counter attack. He just let it hit him. There was no reason to stop it, as it showed the man could feel rage and pain. It made Odin laugh once more: the same, maniacal laugh that echoed throughout the building and shook the patrons to their cores. "Nice try, maybe next time" is all Odin would remark as he grabbed the hand that had just punched him. He pulled it down and towards, while also bringing his knee up to the man's face. Bone would connect with bone as Odin felt the man's jaw fracture. Perhaps not a full break, but the force would be enough to render him unconscious. As he watched the samurai fell, Odin realised he hadn't even bothered to ask his name.

The next minutes were glorious to the Lich. He killed all the patrons of the bar, taking his time to revel in the scream of those still conscious and able to feel the pain he was inflicting upon them. They all died, their bodies decorating the bar room floor as Odin simply left. He took the bottle of sake with him, intrigued and planning to add it to his own pub. As far as he was concerned, it had been the only thing of value he had seen today.

-Exit-

Eventually, Hiketsu's punch collided with Odin's face, but it almost felt like Odin allowed the adventurer to hit him. He did not flinch, nor did he counter-attack. It was nothing more than a reminder of how weak Hiketsu was, followed by another one of Odin's maniacal laughs, which echoed deep and shocked whoever heard it. A few seconds before being knocked out, Hiketsu heard "maybe next time", but this next time wouldn't come anytime soon and not unless Hiketsu became stronger.

The adventurer's body was now a punchbag in the hands of the undead. As his arm was grabbed and his whole body pulled towards Odin, there was nothing Hiketsu could do. He spent his last seconds thinking about how much stronger he has to get in order to withstand Odin's aura and eventually how much stronger in order to actually defeat the undead. Those seconds did not last long, because right after Hiketsu received a knee up to the face. The sudden pain in his jaw felt like an instant fracture, perhaps that what it was, but Hiketsu had no chance to check as he passed out following the impact. He fell to the ground and stayed there, unconscious, at the mercy of gods.