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Grigori-Thirty, also known as Grigori Lakig Ligho, is what is equivalent to today's fallen angels. After being exiled from the realm of the Supreme Deity, Grigori-Thirty decides to take a pilgrimage to Cocytus, where he can be in peace. But unfortunately, a guardswoman refuses him to enter Cocytus, causing Grigori-Thirty to be pissed.
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He entered the abandoned building, hoping that he would actually die this time. But unfortunately, Fate was never with your side if you rebelled against your God and pissed him off. Honestly, why did Grigori-Thirty even thinking of doing that? Whatever the reason was, whatever the emotion that had driven him to rebel, Grigori-Thirty really had not regretted it.
But the Queen of Frochnji was being quite the whore, being a village idiot she was. Being oblivious, chanting that "she was descended from the angels" and all that shit, and even the King of Frochnji was suffering from her blabbering. Grigori-Thirty took pity on the man, but he had no time for such pity now.
At this point, Grigori-Thirty was persuaded that the Queen of Frochnji was the punishment Kutya-Kyon had given him for rebellion. Sadly, rebellions towards gods were fairy tales, and they seemed to never come real. Now kicked out from the Paradise of Death, where he was one of the respected Guardians of Kutya-Kyon, even bathing himself with the Dregs of the Altar of Mercy. He was even respected, given to Kutya-Kyon 10 silver plumes, each feather carved with an animated eyeball, staring all over, being the ubiquitous Harbinger of Justice.
But of course, all these events were dreams. Grigori-Thirty was busy making his pilgrimage to Cocytus, where he would truly die. But the she-dog, the Queen of Frochnji, and several other insults Grigori-Thirty could’ve sputtered out refused his entrance, the permission to travel to the Land of Tears, where he could go to Cocytus.
But if the building collapsed upon Grigori-Thirty, he would’ve loved it. He wouldn’t suffer anymore, and there would be none of the annoying existence of life.
All he wanted was to fade away, to succumb to the Filth.