She had learned very quickly that Hosenka was a breeding ground for crime and debauchery. Though a beautiful place in its own right it had its real seedy side, a side that could be rightfully exploited without guilt or worry. Sakura would of course waste no time in partaking in taking advantage of the forbidden fruits that this world had to offer as it was only right and natural that she did so, and if she got paid money to do it then it was all the better.

Today though she was just out and about, taking a breather from her usual movements. She was still trying to find out information about the guild tattoo she had on her body but she had no luck. She didn't think it was this hard to find something on the damn thing but whichever guild she got it from was real elusive. Finding herself in a bar of sorts that seemed to have very few customers, she ordered a few shots for herself.

Long night lass?

The voice of the bartender pulled her attention towards him. She smiled in his direction and nodded her head. Taking down two of the four shots she was passed she tried to block out the muffled voice in her head that was getting clearer and clearer with each moment that passed by. She could never make out what the voice said since the day she woke up in that park, but she was annoyed as hell with it. Whatever that voice had to say had better been good.

If someone were to call Odin a 'creature of habit' it's extremely likely that he would just kill that person on the spot. However, despite the murder that would take place shortly afterwards, the person wouldn't actually be incorrect. Odin had been in Hosenka for a few days now, and yet he hadn't actually left the Crimson Quarter in all that time. As a location predominantly intended for the lowlifes of the city, it made sense that the Lich hadn't left. He was, after all, a lowlife.

Another thing that Odin could almost be known for doing at this point was venturing to the bars in any region that he visited. Most of the reputable bar owners feared the day that the Wizard Lord would enter their establishment and blow the place to hell but, in somewhere like the Crimson Quarter, they all knew that he was only there to sample their wines. After all, they knew he owned Swineherd, it wasn't really hidden information if you knew where to look. As long as they played along and didn't try anything, it would all work out in the end. Sometimes he'd even pay for his drinks.

Today's bar was a smaller establishment, nestled in one of the side streets in the area. Entering with the gravitas that someone of his position had been awarded, Odin approached the bar, took a seat, and looked directly at the bartender, who's initial terror was beginning to subside as he took the Lich's order. "One glass of your finest red, please."

He even said please. And people had the gall to call Odin a 'villain'.

She smiled in the Bartender's face as he moved about his bar while chatting with her whenever he got some downtime, which was a lot. The night went on but the bar maintained its low customer count, something that she was thankful for. It was nice to not be bothered when she didn't want to be and when it was like this she was certain to get better service. She didn't mind the Bartender going on about the wild things that did happen in his bar from time to time, she found his presence a small comfort.

gengasg...gengasg.. geneviasgfg...genevieasgf...

Sakura was on her fourth shot and ordering another four rounds, she was trying her damnedest to ignore the voice in her head. She was hoping the booze would wash it away but it was only getting stronger and clearer. But a new sensation had begun to wash over her, one that she could only describe as bliss, not something that could have been bought on by the vodka shots she was drinking. It was like her body was being drawn to something, she was getting very ' moth to a flame " feelings inside.

geneviasgfg...genevieasgf...genevieve...Genevieve...
GENEVIEVEGENEVIEVEGENEVIEVEGENEVIEVE

The voice was no longer an annoying muffle, it was an outright scream, one filled with rage. Sakura had reached her peak, her buzz was being messed with due to the screaming voice, and that moth to a flame feeling was ravaging her body as if she was on fire, she felt tears run down her face as she put her hands over her ears and her head down to try to tune it all out. Of course, it wasn't working, the voice wouldn't go away and the feeling was growing stronger until the world around her was a blur and she was done with it.

She couldn't hear the bartender ask her what was wrong, she didn't see the being that was made of bone walk through the door and sit next to her, she could only feel what felt like everything. Sakura attempted to stand but fell to her knees right next to the bone being and the only words she could muster as the name Genevieve was rushing to her head like boiling blood was...

" WHO THE FUCK IS GENEVIEVE?! "

The voice in her head stopped abruptly as if she had said the magic words. Tears kept pouring down her pale face as she looked up from the ground and directly at the lich and it was like fireworks. She was tired yet full of energy, she was happy and sad, she knew it all yet knew nothing. Deep within her, a new feeling arouse and it was too much to explain into words, that didn't stop her from uttering the only words her body could give her.

" God? "

Despite being a fairly empty bar, it seemed like something interesting was happening just as Odin had entered. He always did have poor luck in that regard, and part of it wondered if it was his fear acting up in someone particularly susceptible, although he had never seen a reaction quite as violent. Noting the shot glass next to the woman, the Lich was quite content to take his seat next to her, and chalk up her strange, seizure-like fit to alcohol putting her in a bad way. People often did ridiculous things when drunk, and if she had been doing a lot of vodka without any food in her stomach, chances were she'd finish her crying fit, throw up in the bar, and then pass out somewhere in the area. It was not the first time it had happened, it definitely wouldn't be the last, so it was not something Odin was going to concern himself with.

" WHO THE FUCK IS GENEVIEVE?! "

To say Odin was on his feet swiftly would be a disservice to how fast the Lich actually moved. The moment the girls lips had finished moving he was already on his feet with a shot glass in hand, ready to beat the woman to death depending on her next words. Very few people knew the name Genevieve, and Odin would instantly kill anyone who took her name in vain. His skeletal face could never betray his emotion, but everything about him screamed rage. Whoever this girl was, her next words had the potential to end her life.

That was not what he had been expecting. The word she uttered was only part of the effect, it was her face, her eyes that showed the rest. Whoever this person was, and the Lich was beginning to have a suspicion, she viewed him with the reverence that very few others had ever done. To her, Odin was everything. Extending a hand towards her and helping her up if she took it, he would signal the bartender to bring another glass of wine for Odin, and some water for the girl. The bartender would say nothing, and would follow the instructions given, knowing the punishment should he do anything incorrectly.

"Come my child and tell me, what ails you?"

Yes, she had seen god, her god if she were being specific. He was the one constant that she could explain after waking up with nothing to remember. Although she had kept her praising of his name to herself and wasn't particularly trying to push him onto anyone, she knew that he was a driving force for the magic she wielded and one of her reasons to live.

Taking his hands and allowing herself to stand she finally felt at peace. The voice in her head returned, clear as a bell and pure as fresh snow. It was as if the two driving factors that completed her were in sync now and she needed to accept it to be whole.

I see you can hear me now. Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, I only want to help you. That's Odin but you already knew that huh, address him properly, you know how. It seems that cute little head of yours took a big hit and for whatever reason so did your body...Definitely liked the old skin better.

Even though the voice was speaking she really didn't understand anything outside of what was said about Odin. If anything was ailing her it would be that. This voice that had caused her nothing but confusion and unanswered questions was now able to speak and the first thing it said outside of screaming at her was some cryptic bullshit without context.

" I'm sorry my lord, I never thought I'd be standing in your glorious presence. I don't want to burden you with my problems, but this voice in my head for a while now was nothing but a muffle, but today that muffle was a scream and it screamed Genevieve, now it's telling me it wants to help me and it liked my old skin better.. I just don't understand. "

She sounded crazy and she knew it, she was making a fool of herself in front of the being she cherished the most, with every fiber of her being. At this point, her tears were still flowing but it was out of her control, she looked exhausted but wouldn't take the water that the bartender had given her or rather she couldn't. She was still starstruck at the being before her and it showed as her eyes never left him not even for a second, and her blinks were long in time between them. Sakura wondered what sort of luck she had gotten for this to have happened to her, or was this the work of a higher power, possibly higher than even her god?

Odin waited and listened, allowing the girl's words to flow through him as he began to understand everything that was going on. Initially he had considered the possibility of the girl before him actually being Genevieve: the daughter he had taken into his care with the demon prince that she possessed, and now he knew it to be true. For whatever reason, she had lost some of her memory, and gained a new appearance, something that wasn't entirely uncommon in the world of magic. The potion to do so was an easily tradable commodity despite the heavy implications of some people who got addicted to changing how they looked. However, regardless of all of that, Odin's features did something rare. They softened. It was minute and almost imperceptible, but the tone of his voice and the aura surrounding Odin changed as he did something no one had ever seen him do before. Overcome with relief that Genevieve was safe, Odin stepped towards her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and hugged her.

The gasps from the bar were audible. Odin Morningstar, Wizard Lord, Cult Leader and Guildmaster, embodiment of all evil, was embracing someone in a loving way. The hug was pure and tranquil, nothing else mattered in that moment, and he would hold it for as long as Genevieve would allow. If multiple minutes began to pass, he would slowly release, retake his seat, and help her understand what was happening to her.

"My daughter, how I've missed your presence. I can shed some light on your situation. You are Genevieve, it is your true name, and the voice that has been calling you is one named Asmodeus. She is a demon prince, one of the strongest beings of her world, and she has granted you her power and guidance." Taking a breath, as well as sip of his wine, Odin continued, "During the time since I last saw you, it seems you were injured and lost some of your memory, and you also consumed a potion that changed your appearance, which is why Asmodeus commented on your "new skin". Although, if you were to ask me, I think you look beautiful."

It was one thing to pray to your god, to believe in it and put all your faith in it, but when you can stand in its presence and bask in its glory that's when you are truly blessed. One could ask why he would come to such a seedy place as this one, but she knew that it was for her, for this moment, to help her. She would never doubt this feeling that was bursting from her, she knew that after that accident she couldn't remember much but what she could remember was from a bond forged so strong that no matter what happened to her physical form she would never forget.

She didn't expect him to hug her, but when he did her heart nearly burst in her chest from ecstasy which was only made stronger due to Asmodeus's presence. Not knowing or caring if it was ok to return the hug she settled into his embrace and was deeply saddened when it was over. When he began to speak she listened intently to his words and as they came so did bits and pieces of what happened the night she knocked the memories out of her head. She learned the voice in her head was that of a demon prince and if she were being honest she didn't care for its presence, only allowing it any respect going forward due to Odin.

Well at least he thinks you're still beautiful.. and that's all you really care about hm? I was truly worried my little vessel wouldn't be able to hear me anymore.

Asmodeus's voice was not a welcomed one to the newly awakened Genevieve. She didn't need the guidance of some demon prince though she was interested in the power it bestowed. For now, she would ignore it and only address it when she needed to. So she was Genevieve, the name felt like a mouthful but she was sure her memories would come trickling back in now that she was reunited with Odin. When he let go of her she sat down next to him and finally drank the water that was given to her. It was refreshing and much needed after all that crying, something that she was still doing though without all the noise. It would seem that in his presence she couldn't stop her eyes from welling up, it was practically involuntary at this point.

" Thank you for allowing me to be in your presence, my lord. I've remembered something as you gave me the answers I was looking for.. I remember the night I lost my memories. There are people out in the world who survived the day that Asmodeus took me away.. I don't know how they survived but they are after me. I think they gave me the potion to change my appearance but I never saw myself until after I managed to escape them. I remember that as I was running from them I slipped and hit my head, I woke up in a park and was greeted by a woman named Kuri. I don't know what they were going to do to me, but I know they aren't going to be done with me. I should have been more careful, had I been they wouldn't have been able to do what they did "

There was a hint of frustration in her voice. She was powerful, surely enough to had taken care of the men who had kidnapped her, drugged her, and were planning to do Odin knows what with her. Placing a hand over her eyes she wiped away the tears that kept forming, she felt the amount of water coming from her eyes slow down enough to where the world wasn't so blurry. She was angry now, she wanted to kill those bastards for making her look weak enough to have gone through all of this.

During his younger years, back when he had been alive, Odin had picked up a thing or two from his father about punishment and consequences. It had happened around the age of six, after the boy had just stuck his hand in a beehive and been furiously attacked by the inhabitants. The child Odin had run to his father, tears streaming down his eyes, and had been expecting the kind of harsh punishment that had become almost commonplace during those early years. However, that single time, Odin's father had not punished him for acting reckless. He did not strike his son or force him through more gruelling training to teach him a lesson. He saw the pain and regret on his son's face, and he had instead chosen to hug him. It was only many years later that Odin had understood why, and why that day. It had been Odin's sixth birthday, a celebration he had never experienced, which had meant it was also the anniversary of Odin's mother's death. The one day Odin had felt the gentle hand of mercy from his father.

Sometimes, you will punish yourself more harshly than anything anyone else can inflict.

Odin felt the same pain in Genevieve's eyes, as the tears slowly began to recede. She knew who it was that had kidnapped her, she knew that they had been able to do something that she had the power to stop. She was strong, and she knew she was strong, and she would never be able to forget those events again. It was not Odin's place to tell her what she already knew. Also, the mention of Kuri amused the Lich. Of course she had somehow gotten involved. He took another drink before speaking once more to Genevieve.

"Those people, the one's who have hurt you. I would give nothing more than to hunt them all down and kill them for what they attempted, but that is not my place. This is something for you to do, Gene. Only you can hunt them down, when you feel you are ready. Take some time to regain the powers I know you possess. If there is any assistance I can give, you need only say the words and I will be there."

For the first time since she's been in the bar, she had smiled but it was aimed at her lord. His words were comfort and she already knew what she had to do, but having him back her up made her feel invincible. In her mind, the wheel of revenge was already turning. She would show these people no mercy and scorch them from the earth at the roots. She thought that village would have been mostly wiped out and those in it would never come for her, but she was clearly wrong. Asking for another water she sat back in her chair and placed one leg over the other. She was still in visible awe but her body allowed her to relax a bit as she was very much tense since Odin walked through the door.

This moment of peace allowed new questions to come filtering through her mind and to the forefront. She was able to get some things answered that she couldn't find out before after her little head accident. Most of these questions had to do with the guild tattoo on her and where it came from and why or how Asmodeus came to be in her.

" There is a tattoo on my body someone called it a guild tattoo but didn't know the guild, do you know how I got it? And how I did Asmodeus get in me. How do I even become strong enough to be rid of it? I mean is a demon prince even all that strong if it needs a vessel to do what it needs to do on earth? I don't need the guidance of a " demon prince " I have the guidance of you, my lord, the unholy divinity that even through all the trauma I've been through you kept me going. "

Seeing Genevieve visibly relax was something of a wake up call for Odin. Previously, she had been almost reliant on the Lich for everything, having sprouted the almost paternal relationship between them. but this, something so simple as sitting back in her chair and sitting with more confidence than Odin had ever seen in her, made it clear. This Genevieve would not be the same as the girl Odin had found in the Oakland church. She would be stronger, go further, and woe betide anyone who got in her way. Her next bout of questions began very easily. She asked about her guild mark and how she had come into possession of a demon prince. That was simple enough to answer, "The marking is your guild tattoo. You are a prominent member of the guild I created, Eternal Nightmare." Easy question, easy answer. What came next was slightly more complex.

It started off with laughter, Odin's laughter as he listened to what Genevieve was asking. He specifically was laughing at the question of how to remove the demon, but he went silent and took another drink from his wine when Genevieve talked about her trauma, honouring the intensity of the topic. Once she had finished, Odin decided it best to clarify before he answered anything, "My laughter was not intended to diminish any of your words, rather to embolden them. After all, I myself once held a demon prince, and I removed it from my body in search of greater power." He realised that this might spark a somewhat tricky conversation between Asmodeus and Genevieve, so he would wait slightly before continuing, giving them time to chat if they so required.

"As for how Asmodeus came into your life, I know she had some hand in saving you from those people initially, but my first interaction was finding you at the entrance to a church, and being given a scroll with instructions on how to seal her inside you." Odin would take another sip of his wine, signalling for the bartender to bring him another bottle as he had almost finished the first. Anyone else would think him an alcoholic, but that was just another perk about being dead. "Removing the demon is a lot trickier. I did it by literally killing my previous body and becoming the Lich I am today. I imagine there are easier ways to do it, but likely it'll require a ritual to expel Asmodeus...should that be something you wish to try."

Asmodeus for the most part had been patient with her vessel, understanding, and even saved its life. She pitied the girl's existence and thought it would be a win/win situation to make this girl something worthy to be blessed with the power of a demon prince. To Asmodeus, Genevieve seemed like the perfect vessel to mold and eventually use to her liking, she would be her meat suit with no control over her body because it would belong to Asmodeus in its entirety. What Asmodeus didn't expect or even prepared for was that her only way into the earth realm fully was that Genevieve would get hit so hard on the head that she would have a violent shift in personality change. The demon prince was furious over what she was hearing, did this girl think after all she had done that Asmodeus was just going to let her get rid of her that easily? As if she was some trash to be thrown away?


EXCUSE ME? YOU OWE ME YOUR LIFE YOU LITTLE BITCH. WITHOUT ME YOU WOULDN'T EVEN BE WALKING ON THIS EARTH. GET RID OF ME? YOU'LL NEVER BE RID OF ME, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REGRET EVEN THINKING THAT.

Asmodeus's voice echoed throughout her whole body, it was worse than when she was screaming her name. If she was filled with rage the last time then this time it was nothing but spite and vengeance. Not seconds after the last word echoed from Asmodeus did Genevieve feel her body go hot, every single cell in her body was supercharged with a certain sensitivity that could only be brought on by the Lust demon prince.

Beelze was right. I've been going soft on you, but never again. I'll make sure you desecrate this body with every depraved sexual experience there is, with every being that possesses enough brain cells to wipe its own ass. When I'm done no one will want you but me...

With each breath, Genevieve took she could feel the effects that Asmodeus was giving off. She needed something to touch her, she needed something inside of her, and while she had her mental state still intact she was going to get what she wanted. Her wine-stained irises began to take on a pinkish hue and her pupils began to painfully shape into a heart. She was at her peak and was quickly starting to lose it. Grabbing Odin's arm she began to pull him towards the exit of the bar, she needed to leave this place and she needed him to be with her.

" We need to go NOW! ugh too hot... I need you. "

Asmodeus was amused at how easy it was to make her bend and break. Had Odin not been around she would have caused Genevieve to fuck her way up and down the Crimson Quarter. Laughing at the girl she was ecstatic to have the control that Beelze so casually said she had lost. It was good to see she hadn't lost anything at all, she was just being far too nice.

Odin had only seen the demon prince of lust a few times, but he had never actually witnessed her power in use. That changed drastically as he was letting Asmodeus and Genevieve discuss whatever it was that needed to be discussed. The Lich knew his words were like to be a point of contention: demon princes didn't particularly enjoy the concept of being sent back to the Abyss, they much preferred staying on Earthland and messing with the mortals that they used as vessels, as well as everyone that interacted with those vessels. Odin remembered how difficult it had been to remove Lucifer from his body, he had literally killed himself to be free of the demon.

Apparently 'point of contention' was likely the understatement of the century, as he watched Genevieve's body begin to shudder and sweat. Every demon prince controlled one of the seven deadly sins, and Odin knew exactly what it meant when you pissed off the demon of Lust. She grabbed Odin's arms and tried to pull him towards her, but she wasn't able to move the Lich until he stood up himself. Anyone else would've been dead to try something like that, but this clearly was not anyone's average day. She gasped out her words, as if even speaking while under the effects of Asmodeus was difficult.

Getting up from his seat, he would take Genevieve's hand as he was almost dragged to the exit of the bar. He didn't know where he was going, or what was about to happen, but right now Genevieve was in an almost uncontrollable state of lust, and there was no telling what might come of it.

Once the two were out of the building she practically tried to drag Odin towards the nearest hotel she could find. Asmodeus of course just kept laughing as she kept calling her a stupid puppet. Of course, this not only pissed off Genevieve but it drove her thirst to get rid of Asmodeus. She didn't know how she was going to do it without going down the route that Odin did, but she would found out as soon as she possibly, physically could. If this was the sort of power this demon prince had over her then she knew she would need to play nice until she could be rid of it. Once inside the hotel, she quickly paid for a room and led the way inside. It didn't take long for her to start stripping but she knew she would have to start explaining to Odin what was about to happen.

Asmodeus is clearly not happy with my choice of words and that was my fault. I'm..I'm being punished and I need you to help me...You know.. I know you are bone but you are gonna have to get creative and quickly.. but carefully.. I'm still a virgin.

She had made herself as clear as she could as she moved from the front of the room to the bed that was far more spacious than a bed should be. Patting the bed as a way to signal her bone god over she could feel the hearts in her eyes throbbing. She would make Asmodeus pay for this

Odin followed Genevieve, allowing her to pull him wherever she was thinking of going. However, with every step they took, especially as they got into the hotel and then the room, he realised what the 'plan' was. Gene was taking off her clothes as fast as it looked like she physically could, revealing the nude body of her new form to the Lich. Her explanation confirmed what was happening, but they didn't really do anything to assist Odin's stance on the matter, especially with the, in fairness almost expected, revelation that Genevieve was a virgin. That meant Odin had the most experience, despite having only had sex once and that being purely through the benefit of a ring he had since lost.

He would remove his robe, his ring, and the amulet he wore around his neck, and walk across the bedroom towards Genevieve, who sat atop the bed gesturing for her God to join her. The Lich's steps were light as a feather, despite his powerful physical ability, as he joined his guild member, his underling, in the bed, "I cannot provide you that which others can, but I will lay with you this night." There was nothing more to be said, and little more Odin could do, as the night went dark and came to a close.

-Fade to Black-

-Exit-

Honestly, what did she expect? Her god was made of bone for fuck's sake. She rightfully felt like an idiot but the powers that were Asmodeus were stronger than she was. Frustration and lust were never a good thing but she wasn't about to sit here and stew in it. It pained her to get up from the bed and put her clothes back on, it nearly crippled her as she stayed silent and went out the door and into the bright lights of the Crimson Quarter. She didn't want her first time to be with just anyone, and if that meant staying a virgin forever she would do just that. With each painful step, she took she could feel temptation clawing at her skin. Her fighting back against Asmodeu's nature was causing the demon to go crazy within her, screaming all sorts of obscenities in her head. She knew now, fully and truly that it was time to purge this virus from her, to clean herself of this parasite.

" Your time is almost up you filthy bitch..."

each word she spoke was strained, weak, but she would fight the need to fuck and soon she found herself out of the Crimson Quarter.

-exit-