Being restrained is annoying, to say the least. Delmar wasn't complaining, in fact he was enjoying teasing Celestia about how jiggly Luna's butt was.

After the explosion in the throne room, Celestia had Delmar magically negated using a special crystal that Discord made. It would only hold Delmar for a day but it was a day of freedom.

So now Delmar was wandering, having his magic restrained while the feeling of irritation stirred his brew if insults. Being taken away from magic tends to do that to people.

He already called Celestia an oversized plush doll with no functionality, whatever it meant went over Celestia's head.

Delmar was still laughing.

He was let out into the city, being forced away from the castle like some rabid dog.

That's ok, he'll just entertain himself by bothering other ponies. Maybe even start an imperial revolution. Those were always so much fun.

Grrrr.

"Shit... I need to eat. Forgot that."

He basically became mortal when his magic is taken away. So, he naturally needs to eat. And shit. And piss.

And reproduce.

"Nah that's a lie, I wouldn't stick a boner in a horse. Plus my magic can explode this null gem into nothing."

Not that he still didn't have his godly status, he simply can't use any physical magic. But he can still use mental magic.

So, now he was out and about. Specifically looking for some restaurant or a food stand.

He passed several stores, and a gym surprisingly. Odd that ponies use weights like that.

One was a bar, but deciding he didn't want to start the day with a morning brawl, he passed it.

He came across one that ringed a bell to him.

"Donut Joe's Huh? Sounds basic but I like it." Delmar entered with swiftness, ignoring the fact the ponies around are staring at him.

He actually never went public about himself.

Once he entered the establishment, ponies stopped with their conversations and stared at him. Looks if confusion and terror plain on their faces.

Not that Delmar cared because he was hungry for some baked goods.

He looked about the ponies, finding one that screamed "baker" behind the counter, looking like he was about to piss himself.

Delmar casually walked up.

"Hey, you the baker here?"

The pony just nodded in terror.

Delmar was already sick if it.

"Ok I get it, I'm a giant walking skeleton with the power to eradicate half the universe. But right now I want some fucking donuts. Chocolate please, oh and sprinkles."

The pony hesitated, but he eventually whipped up the order with no problem.

The pony came back with a silver platter, as if he was presenting the dish to royalty.

"What's with the silver dude? I just want some donuts."

The pony was sweating. "W-well since there are true rumors about you, k-kind sir, we figured it would be best to present you the fin-"

Delmar groaned. "Look Donut Joe, or whoever you are, I'm just a divine being with a craving for some fucking donuts. You don't need to put the thing on a silver platter to impress me. I'm more keen on the donut than the fucking presentation."

Delmar was harsh, he'll admit. But the message was clear to Joe. So, he simply put the platter down and revealed two, delicious donuts.

Delmar was ready to devour them. But was mindful about the ponies watching. So he did his best to savour it.

Each bite was heavenly, the soft crust with the inside fluffy and the chocolate frosting just warm enough to make anybody cry in joy.

Not Delmar, he didn't have tear ducts. Or magic to make himself cry.

Once finished, which took about ten minutes of slow eating, Delmar put a gold ingot on the counter.

"Consider this as payment. That was the best pair of donuts I had in centuries."

Joe just stared at the ingot as Delmar got up and left the building, leaving behind a group of speechless ponies.

He continued wandering, getting fearful glances every now and then.

"Why fear death when life is the one who tortures you..." Delmar whispered. He didn't mean it of course, he was just irritated.

A bird flew past his head, almost hitting his skull.

Hey! Watch where you're going buster!

The bird turned around, and seemed to glare at Delmar.

Excuse me? I have to be with my children soon! I need to feed them.

Delmar frowned.

Well still, be careful. You wouldn't want to be my dinner now would you?

You wouldn't!

I would. Mmmm, tasty fried bird.

The bird took off without another comment.

Delmar was harsh, and he felt bad for the bird.

He sighed and continued on his walk for the rest of the day.

It was sunset, and the lightbugs were having a party around Delmar.

After a while, Delmar found himself in the royal gardens. Not a single pony in sight, just some animals who greeted him and who begged to be petted. Delmar obliged of course.

But for a minute, he could've sworn he was hearing weeping. But it vanished a while ago.

He continued to play with some rabbits when all the animals prepared to sleep for the night. So, Delmar started taking a stroll again.

Delmar was walking through some flowers, when the weeping started again. This time, Delmar could pinpoint the location.

Across the field of flowers, on a park bench, was a stallion. A young stallion. Looks like a teenager.

Teenagers can be emotional, and Delmar wasn't equipped to deal with this quite yet.

However, something in his gut told him things are off here. There was a strong presence of despair and pain.

He smelled fresh blood.

The animals still around Delmar hid into the gardens again, leaving Delmar to contend with this alone.

The lightbugs were still around though, with not a care in the world.

Delmar approached the crying stallion, giving him more detail about him.

He had a dull orange coat and a red mane. His mark was that of a rose with a fire around it, he also noticed this stallion was a unicorn. If Delmar had to guess, this stallion was probably a pyromancer.

But Delmar noticed trickles of blood from the stallions cut nose, and some on his right foreleg.

The stallion didn't even see or hear Delmar approach. But once Delmar sat on the bench next to the pony, he noticed.

Delmar wasn't in his casual wear anymore. He was in his full suit of armor, and his wings jutted out from his back like fallen spears. The black glisten of the armor spoke craftsmanship otherworldly. He simply overloaded the null gem. It's not hard, but he didn't want the wrath of sunbitch on his ass again when he was in the city.

He already learned that lesson.

Delmar had his scythe lean against the bench.

The pony looked in terror, but soon recognized the obvious symbol of the scythe and wings.

"...Are you an Angel?"

Delmar wanted to laugh, but held himself back. He wasn't an angel, but he wasn't a demon either.

"No child, I'm not an angel. I'm not a demon either. You could say I'm like the oppisate of life. A different entity."

The pony stared at Delmar. "Y-you're death? Like... THEE Death?"

Delmar chuckled. "I thought it was obvious."

The pony also chuckled. "Yeah... I guess it was."

A silence grew, leaving only the sound of the fireflies fluttering around.

The moon was almost out.

"What happened child? Why are you bloodied like that?" Delmar questioned.

The stallion flinched. "I...I was at the end of a relationship. I don't even know why it happened."

The stallion looked at Delmar, then looked down in further dread.

"It started crumbling a week ago, when I was sued for accidentally breaking a nobles "heirloom" she was taking to an appraiser. I lost the case, and I was legal age to be sued. A day after that my father died from a heart attack... then my mother left for a different stallion, leaving me to live with my then marefriend. Who's mother didn't take kindly to me intruding on her daughters life like that. After a few days of this, she forced us to break up, and my marefreind believed her mother when she said how poor and unintelligent my family was, leaving me here..."

The stallion gestured to his bloodied self.

"Her brother did these, and no I could do nothing because he blocked my horn with a magic null barrier. I was weak..." He was about to cry again.

Delmar waited patiently.

"She said she wouldn't be with me...and found a new stallion anyway... A day before all this happened...I was planning on just ending it all tonight..."

Delmar looked at the sky, the moon was full. Painting the ground in a heavenly light that cradled the landscape.

The fireflies rested on Delmar's armor, making his armor look like it was made of stars.

"How old are you?" Delmar asked.

The pony looked at Delmar.

"What does that have to do with anything I said. What importance is that to me!?"

Delmar shushed him, and glared back.

"You're young. You don't even look or sound twenty yet. Your face is acne filled and your horn isn't fully grown yet. Your coat of fur is bland and not a mature ponies bright and vibrent color."

The young stallion looked almost offended, but Delmar already had another question lined up.

"What is the lifespan of your species?"

The unicorn continued to look confused and angry, but huffed and answered.

"Unicorns live longer than any pegasus, but not as long as earth ponies. We live about eighty years. I'm eighteen."

Delmar put a bony hand to his bony chin.

"So, this all happened in a week? And your not even twenty yet?"

The stallion nodded.

"One last question. Before you wanted to kill yourself, what did you want to be when you grew up?"

"The next Archmage, although that's unlikely ever going to happen now..."

Delmar smiled, then sighed.
"Listen..."

The stallion looked bregrugently at Delmar.

"You may think your at the end of your rope, and feel nothing but doubt. But you have sixty plus some years ahead of you. Do you really want to throw your life away like this? What about your father? Did he want you to die like his legacy meant nothing?"

"Well..."

"What about that ex of yours. If she had any feelings for your true self, she would have stuck around. But the way I see it, is that she doesn't deserve you. She doesn't deserve your warmth next to her at night, or your smile, or your hugs, or your flaming passion. She instead took her mother's side."

"But..."

"And what was that about becoming an Archmage? Do you think you can accomplish such a great feat while dead? Do you think you can be great and powerful from the afterlife? Your a soul, not an entity kiddo."

The stallion just stared in disbelief.

Delmar sighed, and put a hand on the ponies shoulder.

"Take my advice, and don't you dare neglect it. Start eating right, make your insides feel good. Start going to a gym, I saw one next to Donut Joe's earlier, get at least a good two hours of exercising. Feel good, and look good. Then practice your magic everyday. I see potential in you, so don't throw your life away like it's something you can restart. You only get one life, don't waste it."

The stallion looked at Delmar with surprise, then smiled weakly.

"I guess I have to uphold your expectations then."

Delmar nodded, then whispered.

"If you deviate from this path, I'll send Princess Luna after you. She's relentless."

They both chuckled.

Delmar looked at the small stallion, visibly more happy. And more at ease.

"What's your name, child?"

The stallion looked at Delmar with surprise.

"Oh jeeze, I never gave you a name! My name is Flame Flower."

"My name is Delmar, Lord of Death."

For the first time in several millennia, Delmar shook hands with a living being.

And it was a fuzzy unicorn.

A flutter behind Delmar took his attention away, and saw the bird from earlier in a tree.

It was with its family, three chicks and another bird. All of them had the same shade of blue.

Delmar used some magic to grow flowers around their nest, hoping they would appreciate the gesture.

Happy tweets soon followed after.

Author's Note

Sup.