The Incredible Adventures of Diavolo

You think that you died again, but maybe not, but still this situation reminded you of several more variations of deaths that you experienced during the cycle, your eyes widened again, but now you were no longer on the floor in front of some pony in armor, and you were already sitting on a chair at the table, and there were handcuffs on your hands. Your joy knew no bounds as you realized that you had not died, but there was a minus, you find in the interrogation room. - Where the hell am I? You asked a question that echoed through the room, into which a slightly different pony entered, he was not wearing a helmet, which showed his blue mane with small partings of blue, but next to him, well, according to your assumptions, he was a man, hovering next to him a spear that instantly appeared at your neck, your face was serene and you didn’t feel a drop of fear, you can say you lost fear after the cycle. — Who are you and what are you? how did you get into the throne room without being noticed by any of the guards? Shining said looking into your eyes while you sat practically motionless, one of your eyes was covered by a piece of pink hair with black speckles, you were just waiting for your death once again, but still decided to answer the questions for fun. - My name is Diavolo and I don’t know where the hell I am and I’m a man..... - You were interrupted by someone’s voice. - He is a human. A whiter, softer and feminine voice said, as you understand, another pony said it, only she looked softer and “cuter”, well, you normally can’t understand by looking with one eye, this pony, unlike that guard, had a purple color and was a tone lower the color of her mane and the pink stripe in her mane somehow reminded you of your own. — I really don’t know how I ended up here. You said raising your handcuffed hands to straighten your bangs and when you managed to do this you put your hands back on the table. — What do you remember before you got here? Twi asked causing Shining to remove his spear from your neck. - I died. You answered as calmly as a boa constrictor, as if they had said this a hundred times, although their surprised faces made you laugh very much, but you did not dare tell them that you had died an infinite number of times, it would have been an interesting sight, although there was one benefit in these deaths, you began to know more about human anatomy, you learned that you have insides that you didn’t even know about before, especially when you were dissected like a frog while the doctors thought you were dead, you just watched while they took you apart into organs. - In what sense did you die?..- Twilight looked quite frightened after your words, she shook her head slightly to pull herself together and hear the answer. — I was crushed by a road roller that fell from above, although I myself don’t know how it got there, but it doesn’t matter. You said putting your feet up on the table. - And why is this... not important? She asked, peering at how you look so calm even knowing that you are dead. Various thoughts about this were constantly mixed up in her head, but we probably won’t recognize these thoughts. --I will die again, just like before and before, and I will die again from time to time and so on until the end of time, so it doesn’t matter, I will die without stopping. These words plunged Twilight and Shining Armor into deep shock, and why couldn’t they think that you were lying? This is because Twilight cast a spell on him so that his lies could be easily recognized, this spell Twilight created with the help of her friend Epeljack so that they understand that you are not joking or lying. — Only this time death is somehow late, usually I died within 5 minutes after resurrection, but now a whole 6 minutes have passed. You said, pointing your finger at the clock on the wall, and at that very moment thoughts began to come into your head that you were no longer in the cycle of death, but it’s hard to believe. — Maybe this “cycle”, well, I think, has ended? Shining already said this and you just raised an eyebrow, according to you, the ability of the Requiem Stand cannot be said to be “stopped”, but who can understand the nature of the powers of the Requiem? It’s only his stand owner, although you are no longer sure that you have your own. - How did you understand that this is a cycle, pony? You said and your gaze became more sinister. - You were muttering something about this, so I assumed I’d go out for now. Twy, he’s staying with you. And if you Diavolo touch her with even one of your vile fingers, believe me, I will get you out of the ground. Said the unicorn leaving here and you just looked after him while another pony, as you assumed, “Alicorn” and you remembered how long ago, out of boredom, you and...” “Oh my dear Doppio” hmmm, for the most part Doppio was reading a book about different magical creatures where they talked about Alicorns and somewhere on the pages of the same book Doppio found a photograph that depicted a school in front of which there was a statue or a monument? On which there was a horse standing well on the monument and in front of the monument itself there were graduates or it was a bar like you Thought you had one question: where did it come from, or maybe it was fate? Fate can be very incomprehensible and strange..... - Come here pony. You said, starting to rummage through your pockets, hoping that it was still with you, but you only found a wallet, but having already opened it, you still hoped that Doppio saved the photo, and you hoped that it was not lost or damaged, at the same time, surprised and interested Twilight approached depending on how you rummage through your wallet looking for this damn photo. — Your name is actually Vinegar Doppio? Twilight said, levitating an ID card that did not belong to you, but to your “friend.” — No, and this ID is not mine. You said, having finally found what you were looking for, you exhaled, taking out what you were looking for. — But in the photograph on this ID, you are exactly you. She said, almost poking this ID in your face, your face grimaced from the memory of how poor little Doppio lay on the ground dying in the body of Bucilati, you angrily stood up, grabbed the ID that Twilight was holding with the help of magic and threw it at the wall, she she just sighed and the ID wrapped in a purple aura flew back only to have it fall on the table. — Was he dear to you? Twi asked, also levitating a chair and sitting on it, she put her hooves on the table. - Yes very. You answered calmly so as not to show your true emotions to just anyone; you felt sadness and loneliness without Doppio. — Is this familiar to you? . You put a photo from your wallet in front of the pony, her eyes opened wide looking at the photo and at that moment you realized that this was definitely familiar to her. — Yes, but from where? You were there?. She asked, turning her gaze in your direction, taking the photo with her magic, the photo showed an autumn ball where Twilight was able to return her crown with elements of harmony. — No, I found it, you can take it if you want. You said, looking at your watch, “120 minutes and I’m still alive, this is amazing,” you said to yourself in your thoughts and your hopes were already significant. And at that moment Shining returned and looking at you, he was slightly angry seeing how you were sitting quite close to his precious little sister. - The time for interrogation is over and it’s time for you to go to the cell. He said and you stood up again and a sour expression appeared on Twilight’s face, you stood up and went up to Shininga, he no longer gently pushed you out of the room and your eyes were illuminated by the light from the window and you covered your eyes with your hand protecting yourself from the light “hid in the shadows and now I came out of the shadows, it’s good that no one here knows what I was doing in my world, as soon as your eyes got used to the light, you realized where they were leading you, it was the local version of the monkey, not a big cage, more and more memories of death in prison, well, not just one death, and as soon as you were behind bars, then more and more memories of prison, for example, the fact that you were executed on helethine or your chest was ripped open and all sorts of other parts of the body, the blood was apparently not visible and you should probably get a job as a doctor or necropathologist, or you will be executed again, but now death will be final but all you have to do is wait, you sat down on the chair that the guards provided you. /-- Now Diavolo’s fate is in the hands of the mare, if anyone had told him about this before, he wouldn’t have believed it--\