Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

Kiana convulsed, the pain unbearable, her mind fracturing. The blood consumed her, replacing her, wielding the corrupted power of the Finality, engulfing the Earth.

Screams echoed through the cities as humanity underwent a grotesque transformation, their bodies twisting, their organs vanishing, their hearts failing.

Billions died in seconds, their struggles futile. Their bodies, like Li Mo's, were torn apart, marked by Honkai corruption.

The world ended not with a bang, but a whimper. Humanity had destroyed itself.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating the room. Mei woke up, stretching, a smile on her face.

"Day two. Kiana did it… I wonder what the world looks like now?"

She got dressed, the morning air fresh and clean, the weight of the final battle lifted. She opened the curtains, sunlight flooding the room. She looked out at the garden, the dew-kissed grass sparkling, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

Strange. No gardeners. She shrugged it off, eager to see the new world.

"I'll visit St. Freya, say hi to the principal, Bronya, Fu Hua… then tell Dad I won't be home tonight." She'd visit Kiana on the moon, celebrate their victory. She worried about Kiana's tendency to revert to her carefree, almost childish self. She'd have to keep her in line.

Her day was already planned.

But as she reached the front door, a foul stench assaulted her senses.

"What's that smell…?"

She saw a body lying near the gate. A man. Familiar, but she couldn't place him.

"A corpse? Here?" She reached out to turn it over.

As her fingers brushed against the cold skin, her heart pounded. A memory, not her own, flooded her mind.

She was on an operating table, chained, surrounded by doctors, needles piercing her skin. She was awake, watching as they cut open her chest, again and again, the pain excruciating.

"How could they…?" She felt a surge of anger towards the doctors, their callous disregard for her suffering.

Then she heard their voices: "We have it! Transplant the heart into Miss Mei!"

Her mind reeled. She turned, seeing herself on the next bed.

She snapped back to reality, gasping, her heart pounding.

"What was that…? Was that… me?"

The memory… a heart transplant. She touched her chest, her heart beating steadily.

She had spent a year in the hospital, plagued by bouts of unexplained sleepiness. Now she understood. Her father had drugged her, performed surgery while she was unconscious.

"Why didn't he tell me? It was just a heart transplant… it's not like I wouldn't understand. Or was it the donor who didn't want me to know?" She remembered the brutal surgery in the memory. She wouldn't want to know either.

But how could touching a corpse trigger such a vivid, visceral memory? Whose memory was it?

"I need to know who gave me their heart."

She touched the body again, steeling herself, determined to uncover the truth.

The memory returned, the operating room, the pain, the cold indifference of the doctors.

"The liver this time. The lungs in a week."

"Soon, we'll have transplanted all of the monster's organs into Miss Mei. Then we can retire on Ryoma's money… poor boy."

All of his organs…

She woke up, her hand on her liver.

"That year in the hospital… they were transplanting organs? But why?" She wasn't a child anymore. She understood. Something was wrong with her body.

"One last time. I have to see this through."

"Transplanting parts of Miss Mei into another person temporarily suppresses the Stigmata's effects."

"She's been surviving like this? Using other people's organs?"

"Yes. The other person bears the burden of the Stigmata. But as she grows older, it's not enough. That's why Ryoma found him. An immortal… to absorb the pain, the suffering. As long as he lives, Mei is safe."

The doctors' conversation played out in her mind, revealing the truth about her Stigmata, about the "brother" her father had forced her to accept.

She remembered the pain of the Stigmata as a child, the night sweats, the tremors, the nausea… Brief episodes, thankfully.

But the memories continued, the blood draws, the amputations, the crushed heart… years of endless torture.

Her eyes, given to a blind man. Her limbs, grafted onto amputees. Her blood, used to cure the sick.

Trapped in a dark room, a cage, her wings clipped, her life stolen.

Like a mockingbird, silenced, its song replaced by a choked whimper.

Who killed the mockingbird?

Morality, its chains binding its wings.

Ignorance, its blade severing its flight.

Lies, its veil blinding its eyes.

Justice, its cage silencing its voice.

Who was the mockingbird?

Her? Raiden Mei?

No. It was Li Mo.

She snapped back to reality, collapsing, her hands trembling, the pristine skin a stark contrast to the mangled flesh in her memories.

"They lied…"

"Everyone lied…!"

"This isn't right! This isn't how it's supposed to be!"

Why hadn't she suffered? Why did her injuries heal so quickly?

Her father had said it was her Stigmata.

The doctors had said it was her exceptional constitution.

She'd thrived in high Honkai environments, even receiving the Gem of Conquest. She'd become the Herrscher of Thunder on a deserted island, proud of her control, of the lives she hadn't taken during the 3rd Eruption.

No one had told her the truth.

She'd been killing all along.

And to save her, they'd condemned the world.

She ran into the streets, a landscape of corpses, all bearing Li Mo's face, a gruesome testament to her survival. Everyone who'd received his blood had shared his suffering, their bodies transforming into his. Only those who could endure the accumulated pain of decades of torture had survived.

"Kiana! Kiana!!" She screamed, unleashing her Herrscher form, racing towards the moon, a terrifying thought taking root.

She found a sea of blood, and "Li Mo's" lifeless body floating on the surface, a purple and white gun and sword beside 'him'. Her weapons.

No one else was there. Only "Kiana"…

Mei reached the body, her hand trembling as she grasped 'his' cold fingers. Kiana had promised… everyone would be safe…

"They're all dead… everyone…" Despair consumed her, her eyes losing their light, tears streaming down her face. All hope extinguished.

"Kiana… I'm taking you home."

She carried 'his' body back to Earth, walking through the streets of Nagazora, a city of the dead.

She buried 'him' beneath a sakura tree at St. Freya, a silent, empty academy. Had Kiana died, consumed by the corrupted power of the Finality, taking everyone with her?

In one night, Mei had inherited a dead world.

She flew across the desolate landscape, searching for survivors, clinging to a sliver of hope.

But there were none.

Everyone who had received Li Mo's gift had paid the price.