Odus does not rule through commandment. He does not grant wishes or answer prayers. He is — in the same way fire is, in the same way gravity is. He is the personification of the collective hatred woven into existence by every soul that has ever burned with loathing.
He cannot die, for he is not sustained by any single believer. To diminish him, every hateful thought in every soul across every world would have to be extinguished simultaneously — an impossibility as long as existence itself persists.
He is not evil in the moralistic sense. He does not desire suffering. He is the pure distillation of hatred — an honest god, unapologetic about what he is and what sustains him.
Those who pray to gentler gods do so with hope. Those who acknowledge Odus do so with certainty. He does not need faith to exist. He exists regardless. The acknowledgement is for the faithful — not for him.