Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

The Cocoon of Finality's required anchor remained a mystery.

Otto, a man who'd committed countless atrocities, knowing full well the evil he wrought, still held a sliver of goodwill towards the world. For the sake of others, Li Mo had come to the Cocoon.

His sole purpose: to rewrite its rules, to make it fully accept Kiana, just as he did.

Days later, the news arrived. The Cocoon had accepted Kiana. According to her, the process was seamless, effortless, as if preordained. She was the Herrscher of the Finality, a god tasked with protecting Earth.

Confined to the lunar base, she couldn't return. 

Yet, this confinement felt strangely weak, a fragile barrier easily broken. But Kiana, unaware of this, remained on the moon, communicating with Earth through technology.

"Auntie Theresa! Hurry! Send my prettiest picture to A-Mo!"

Kiana, in her full Herrscher glory, shone like a star amidst the cosmic expanse, her white hair flowing through the void. She'd poured all her power into this radiant form, eager for Li Mo to see it.

They'd made a promise. She'd saved the world. She was the most radiant girl in existence!

But that wasn't her goal. She only ever wanted to be the most radiant girl in his eyes.

Theresa smiled. "We went to the address you gave us. He wasn't there. But he left a video. Don't worry, we respect your privacy. We didn't watch it." Her niece, a god. It was still hard to believe.

"He wasn't there? Hmm… Oh! I know! Mei must have told him! He's probably at St. Freya, looking for me! Hehe~"

Kiana's cheerful demeanor returned.

Theresa scratched her head. "No. I would have known if he'd come near St. Freya. Are you sure?"

"Hmm… Maybe he's buying me a present?"

"Kiana, I asked Mei, Bronya, everyone. No one told him. He shouldn't even know about this."

Kiana's smile faltered. "Silly A-Mo, playing hide-and-seek. Auntie, tell everyone to keep an eye out for him. And give me the video."

"Mei will bring it to you."

Soon, Kiana held the video in her hands. After a brief chat, she sent Mei back to Earth.

She couldn't wait any longer.

Silly A-Mo must have left clues in the video. He was probably mad at her for not contacting him for six months.

"Six months is a long time… I'll make it up to him. Hehe~" She giggled, touching the ring on her finger.

A simple ring, nothing extravagant. But it made her happy. They'd both grown up poor, disdaining such frivolous things. Yet, he'd bought it for her, defying his own principles to express his love.

She pulled out her phone.

"What kind of wedding should we have? Western? Or a traditional Shenzhou wedding? Red dress, flowing tassels, phoenix crown… Is that what they wear?"

"Maybe both! He won't mind, right? If he thinks I'm being too demanding… I'll… I'll…"

"I'll make it up to him…" Her voice trailed off, her face burning, even though she was alone.

"First, the video. I miss him. Has he been staying up late? Eating well? Has he lost weight?"

Filled with anticipation, she played the video.

This was the beginning of the tragedy. The genesis of Bizarre.

Li Mo looked the same as six months ago, even the background unchanged, as if recorded then.

"This is probably our last meeting, Kiana."

"What are you talking about, A-Mo? I don't understand."

"You haven't called yourself 'The Tuna' in a while…"

"What… what are you talking about?"

"Sorry… I shouldn't say these things. I accepted the Type-2 Stigmata. By the time you see this, I'll be dead."

"..." Kiana's phone slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Why?! You promised you'd decline! You lied to me! Li Mo! Answer me! Why?!" Anger, confusion, and disbelief flooded her mind. She'd fought so hard, just to live with him.

"You… you were so afraid of dying, you even tried to slack off during our runs… You swore you'd never fight, that you'd stay in support… behind me… why…?"

"Because you were drifting away from me, Kiana." Li Mo's words in the video felt eerily prescient, creating an illusion of a real-time conversation.

"If I didn't do this, the distance between us would only grow. I could see it coming. The day you stopped calling my name in the morning… that's when I would truly lose you."

"When we first lived together, we were inseparable. Wandering, working, sharing meals, playing games all night…"

"Then we started school, and things changed. We only saw each other during the day. But we were still close. You always waited for me during training, even though I was slow. I even started shortening my runs so you wouldn't have to wait so long."

"After Ms. Himeko died, you changed. You became… distant."

"I did refuse the Type-2 Stigmata at first. There was no need. You came home once a month. I waited for you in our little house."

"One day a month was enough. The joy of being with you outweighed the loneliness of the other days."

"But you grew too fast. You became a leader, fighting World Serpent. I was just an ordinary support staff. I couldn't help you."

"I waited for you for six months. All I could do was clean the house, keeping it exactly as you left it."

"I told myself it was worth it. That you'd come back."

"You did come back. But you didn't smile like you used to. You carried so much on your shoulders. I could only watch you from afar, a useless bystander."

"So I accepted the Type-2 Stigmata. Six months to live. But six months to do something for you."

"I'm not a fighter. This was the only way I could become stronger. I couldn't even get close to Honkai without this Stigmata."

"I was happy. Because I was getting closer to you."

"Impressive, isn't it? Becoming an S-rank Valkyrie overnight, reaching the Cocoon of Finality, rewriting its rules…"

"I let it devour me. So when you touch it, my remaining will, my consciousness, will influence it. It will accept you without hesitation. You'll become the Herrscher of the Finality. That's what Otto told me. I don't know if he lied, but it was worth a try."

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" Kiana sobbed.

"Are you crying? For me? I can't comfort you anymore. This is just a recording."

"You've been avoiding me. I thought… maybe after you saved everyone, saved the world, you'd finally look at me again…"

"Don't grieve for too long. Your dream came true. And so did mine."

"We can't let everyone die, can we? All those sacrifices, all that effort, wasted…"

"One last thing. A confession."

"It's cheesy, but…"

"I love you, Kiana."

Silence. The end of the recording. The end of Li Mo.

"Cocoon of Finality," Kiana whispered, her voice hollow, her eyes devoid of light. "Come out."

The colossal purple eye appeared, now stained crimson, covered in bizarre patterns, writhing tentacles transforming into a gaping maw that swallowed the moon whole.

When she'd become the Herrscher of the Finality, she hadn't entered the Cocoon. 

Now, she stepped inside.

A vast, empty, crimson void. Emptier than the loneliest reaches of space. A place where even stars feared to shine.

A single, decaying head floated in the void.

"A-Mo…"

Kiana walked towards it, tears of blood streaming down her face, her eyes dark, empty pits.

Her voice, a soft whisper lost in the void, carried the bitter scent of regret.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out, her throat constricted.

"I'm sorry…" Every inch of her body ached, a numb, all-consuming pain. She clawed at her palms, drawing blood, feeling nothing.

"I'm sorry…" The snow from years ago seemed to return, but this time, there would be no Li Mo to save her.

"I'm sorry…"

"Haha… hahaha…" A broken laugh, shards of glass piercing the silence.

"Haha… hahaha…" She embraced the head, kneeling in the crimson void, her laughter echoing through the emptiness.

The Bizarre consumed her, a slow, insidious corruption. A being of her power could have resisted, even purged it.

But she didn't. She clung to the head, devouring the Cocoon of Finality in an act of primal rage.

She returned to their small, empty house in Nagazora, severing its connection to the world, creating a sanctuary for herself and Li Mo.

She stopped smiling, stopped appearing to the world, holding the head, whispering, laughing, crying.

A bird trapped in a cage, its wings clipped, the sky out of reach. 

A soul bound by its own grief, a prisoner of its own making.

Born of radiant light, extinguished by the flames of a broken heart. 

A frail body lost to the abyss, its ashes fueling the fires of despair.

Reversing death, inviting a spreading plague of sorrow.

The world tilted, consumed by darkness, all malice unleashed, until the end of time, the long night approaching.

Time marched on, relentless, uncaring.

The head decayed. Kiana held on. 

A year passed. 

Only a thin, reeking layer of skin clung to the skull.

Ten years.

A hundred.

Three hundred.

Schicksal splintered, new rulers rose, St. Freya crumbled into ruins, its moss-covered stones whispering tales of a bygone era.

Kiana remained, hidden from the world, clutching Li Mo's remains. 

Everyone she knew—Theresa, Cecilia, Mei, Bronya—gone. 

She was truly alone.

A thousand years.

Three thousand.

Ten thousand.

Fifty thousand.

Civilizations rose and fell.

Honkai returned, threatening to consume the world again and again.

A hundred thousand years.

A million.

Cycles of destruction and rebirth, an endless loop.

And then… an accident.

The Bizarre corruption deepened. 

Kiana's love, twisted and warped by eons of grief, birthed a nameless horror. 

The Bizarre entity known as Kiana Kaslana was born.

Not entirely lost, her connection to the Finality, clashing with the Bizarre, preserved a fragment of her self, fueling a terrifying new power: absolute control over space and time.

She began resetting herself, desperately trying to return to that first meeting a million years ago.

But she'd been trapped for too long. 

The distance was too great, even for the Herrscher of the Finality. 

Each reset fueled the Bizarre, eroding her divine power.

Slowly, her divinity faded, consumed by the Bizarre.

Her blood dried, her eyes dimmed, her wings broken.

She saw him, a flicker in the distant past. 

But she had nothing left to lose. 

Stopping the resets meant being trapped in a timeline without him. 

Unacceptable.

She silenced her consciousness,

her soul clinging to her dying body.

Kiana Kaslana was dead. 

The Bizarre entity awakened, the blood moon rising...

a demigod's fall giving birth to the ultimate horror.