Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

Humanity had reaped the rewards of the boy's flesh and blood, draining him dry. Now, they shared his suffering, but none could bear the cost.

Mei knew she'd survived only because her organs weren't her own. She'd escaped the price.

Wasn't this what they wanted?

Who was she to blame?

The mockingbird's blood stained the silent earth, a burial ground for countless innocents.

Who would answer for this crime?

Who would grant the mockingbird its vengeance?

If there was true compassion, true justice, the mockingbird would never have been killed.

Mei returned to the cage, to Li Mo's side. His body was covered in blood, the lab a testament to his suffering. His eyes were open, vacant, clouded with pain, or perhaps, finally at peace.

She touched his heart, her heart, cold as ice.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

"Please… save them…" She wept, kneeling beside him, consumed by guilt and regret.

"I'll pay the price. Just… bring them back…"

Li Mo didn't respond. He was just a corpse now.

Mei knew her pleas were meaningless. The dead couldn't be resurrected.

Her sins could never be washed away.

It was all her fault.

If her father hadn't taken his organs…

He wouldn't have been imprisoned, his body a source of endless exploitation.

But it was too late for apologies. The victims couldn't be comforted, and the perpetrator had already paid the ultimate price.

The cage held not just Li Mo, but the future of everyone he'd touched. The guilty and the innocent alike. Reality offered no mercy.

"I'm sorry…"

"I'm sorry…" She repeated the words, a broken record, the images of his suffering seared into her mind.

She was trapped, a puppet bound by fate, her voice filled with self-reproach, tears of regret streaming down her face. She wanted to undo the past, but it was too late.

She was alone.

The corpses were silent, their silence deafening.

She'd once vowed to transcend fate, to protect humanity as a Herrscher. Now, she realized she was the cause of their suffering, the architect of their demise.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, then drew her blade, plunging it into her throat.

The rust on the chains spread like a disease, consuming her lifeless body.

She'd hoped for oblivion, for an end to her torment.

But she woke up, her heart beating.

"I'm… alive?"

"Why? Why can't I die?"

She slashed at her body with the blade, but the wounds healed instantly.

"Why?!" She screamed, plunging a knife into her heart. "Die! Why won't you die?!"

Blood flowed, but there was no pain.

She looked down. The wound was gone. She looked up. It was on Li Mo's body, his head lying beside her, his body a mangled mess.

"AAAAHH!!!" Her scream echoed through the empty room.

A cruel joke. Everyone was dead, except for her. And she couldn't even die.

The price of survival was eternal life, an eternity of suffering, alone on a dead world, a ghost haunting empty streets.

Where could she go? What could she do?

The city crumbled, the weeds grew, her memories fading, her sanity unraveling.

She walked, her Herrscher's finery tattered and torn, her shoes worn and bloodied, the wounds on her feet healing as quickly as they appeared.

She returned to the beginning, the desolate landscape unchanged, the corpses a constant reminder of her failure.

The Bizarre corruption festered, fueled by despair, regret, and numbness. Mei lost herself, her humanity fading.

And then, the Bizarre entity known as Raiden Mei was born.

She'd seen nothing but decay and ruin on her lonely journey.

She didn't want to live in such a world.

So she created a new one, a world where everyone was still alive, a fabricated reality built upon the ruins of the old.

She saw the Bizarre entities as her kin, but they didn't see her the same way.

Caught in this contradiction, she placed the corpses into fabricated Bizarre bodies, preserving their memories and habits, creating a semblance of normalcy.

The world came alive, a grotesque imitation of its former self, a beautiful facade hiding a rotting core.

She lived in this world for a long time.

"Something's… missing…" she murmured, her eyes vacant, a flicker of unease in her empty gaze. Even without her human consciousness, she sensed the incongruity.

"Normal… him… me…"

"Cage… chains… cruelty… years…"

Lacking human understanding, she clung to fragments of memory, guided by the Bizarre's twisted logic.

She created a child version of herself, complete with memories, consciousness, and even the transplanted organs.

Then, a brother…

She could have created a perfect Li Mo, but this one was different. His organs were hers, and he followed a new rule: cruelty.

"Brother… pain… grow…" She repeated the keywords from Mei's memories, piecing together a fragmented narrative.

She placed herself and the child Mei in a cage, subjected to years of torture at the hands of an adult Li Mo.

Then, she realized something was wrong.

"Heart… heart… heart…"

"Five years old… brother…"

"He's not… brother…"

She created another body, a five-year-old Li Mo, an empty shell without a soul, without memories, without consciousness.

She ripped out her own heart, placing it into the boy's chest. A debt repaid. But the boy didn't react, a hollow vessel waiting for a soul, a spark of life.

Her consciousness faded, replaced by the fabricated Mei, innocent, gentle, obedient… but soulless, a construct of memories and borrowed consciousness, destined to vanish without the Bizarre's influence.

Silence.

Li Mo woke up, outside the cage.

"A tragic truth… she created a false world, a twisted form of atonement. Everyone in the old world died, except for her. So in the new world, everyone lives, except for the Mei trapped in the cage, reliving her suffering."

"When I approached the cabin, I was regressed to my five-year-old form. And the other me…"

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A mockingbird, a symbol of innocence, silenced by cruelty.

Its song, a lament for a world consumed by darkness.