Prologue.
Diavolo himself walked along the street, again expecting his own death at what time? He was already used to dying from time to time, each death was strange and paranormal and each time he was not surprised, although death in prison was the most impressive, how interesting it was to feel how the iron bars of the bars pierce you, although it hurts when your organs and part of the bones turned into a bloody mass that just wants to leave your carcass, although blood was still gushing from all the cracks that were open. You shook your head to get rid of old and unpleasant memories and as soon as you came out of the corner, suddenly at the same moment a “FUCKING ROAD ROLLER!” fell on you at that moment as soon as it came into contact with your skull, squeezing it and your whole body , like an accordion and as soon as your spirit left your body again, this time you did not resurrect immediately after death, but after a couple of minutes you began to slowly open your eyes and with reluctance you were able to open them, the sight of “Pony?” A strange creature that looked like a pony was looking at you and you were looking at her, and as soon as you wanted to get up, you were instantly struck in the head, which knocked out all the desires to get up from you, and your consciousness was also lost, although thoughts remained in the remnants of consciousness "If only the skull was not broken, again."
/-- And in such a painful way Diavolo met this beautiful world, although it may be terrible--\
