Deities of Death: Lich vs Angel

It had been days since the blue-hooded man had left for his mission. The short and stubby man made his way through the city, every once in a while chugging down a mouthful of his favorite drink; The Bonetousle. A heavy alcoholic drink which made him feel jittery and jellified with every sip. He let out a disgruntled sigh. "Always that bloody quota to fill. Can't a man just relax and read his books in peace?" He turned into a bar nearby, taking a seat close to the bartender, throwing him a bag of jewels. "Around the house. Drinks on me. Let's all get smashed!" he cried out, the whole bar erupting in cheer and appreciating towards this strange and chubby man.