A/N: This fanfiction is in the world of another fanfiction, so I guess it's fanfic-ception? Idk, but whatever, you can find a link to the original story by GuiltyKingOumaShu, an amazing writer, I can tell you that, I highly recommend you read a little into it before reading this, everything will make much more sense. Or, if you would like to skim over the really important parts for this story, just read chapter 22, Black Widow, the events in this story come after it.

Link: s/8897975/22/Reclaiming-the-Throne

But without further stalling, welcome, to the world of these three Genesis.

This, is where the tale begins.

-End note-

She ran as if her life depended on it, which it probably did, to be honest.

The street ahead was filled with potholes, from which water spilled like large, bloated boils. It was raining heavily, the kind where it came down as a constant downpour, a battering that never tired, never stopped, a relentless foe that pursued her wherever she went, unescapable. She could barely see anything, hear anything, and much less feel anything except for the chilling cold. She was used to the cold, yet her entire body shivered, whether from the cold, or the adrenaline pouring and coursing through her veins and arteries, she didn't know, she didn't care. All that mattered now was running from her chasers.

Somehow, through the deafening sound of rain coming down, and even with the tiny amount of visibility offered even by her Genesis-eyes, the others could tell the direction she was running. Not that she knew where she was going, that was, and her only goal was to get away from that battlefield, that massacre….that complete and utter slaughter.

She'd been at the front lines, fighting, when Mana had come.

Except it wasn't Mana, wasn't the queen she'd known.

It was a ghastly apparition, a horrifying, merciless monster of the person that had once been Mana. As she raged on, to her, there was no distinction of friend, or foe. Everything she saw needed to be slain, everything that Mana saw, she wanted to end.

She had never been loyal to her, but she was the only figure of order that they had, so she simply followed orders, and walked around in the shadows of her commanders. Even now, she withheld her void, reluctant to pull it out. Lest it was shot by some other's void and destroyed. Unlike it had been in the crystal world, death, here, on Earth was very, very real, and could come in an instant.

In the midst of her frantic sprint, muscles not even the slightest tired, she hadn't noticed that the path she'd been running down had stopped, and ended with a rickety bridge out into the waters of the Sumida River. She was effectively cornered, and had no place to run. As the panicked girl turned to run, a dreaded sight met her. The faces of her former captains, and her former 'friends', now all lit with the crazed look of murders killing for fun, for sport. They were the hunters, and she was their prey.

"Come on, did you really think it would be that easy to run?" Her former captain said, voice tipped with sadistic pleasure.

"Please, just let me go" the girl said, suitably terrified.

"Oh, I don't know, should I? After all, you deserted your fellow clan-mates; do you really think that you deserve my mercy? No, no I don't think so, you deserve to die like a dog that can't make any more puppies, a worthless bitch, and wouldn't you agree? Valka?"

Valka didn't really have a choice by that time. In all animals, all living, breathing things that have the capability of thought, there was a primal instinct that just came on when faced with death.

Fight or Flight?

The odds were stacked massively against her, four, highly trained Genesis Mananites against one highly trained Genesis Mananite. She'd be killed in an instant, with not even a chance of survival. Fight was out of question. Her brain chose the next option, run.

I suppose now's the time

With one smooth moment, she pulled out her void. It was an urumi, a sword with a flexible whip-like blade. The void was coloured black, and had an electric blue outline around the edges. The weapons swirled around Valka's body, glowing blue.

"Ohhhhh! What a pretty void! Shame though, it'll be lying in a pool of blood in a moment."

Instead of charging, Valka simply ran off the edge of the harbour, into the frothing sea.

Or so it seemed. In reality, she had teleported forward, straight onto the hard, solid concrete that she had been aiming for. But the void's power wasn't foolproof, whenever she 'teleported', she left a slowly dissipating trail of freezing, clearly visible white mist. It was for this reason that she found herself being chased again almost immediately.

She started to run again, black stiletto heels clacking down loudly on the hard, paved street. Dimly, she wondered if she would really escape, and if her running away was simply delaying the inevitable, but she shook them away as soon as they emerged. She remembered one of her dad's favourite quotes, and it bolstered her will to continue.

There would be no point to giving yourself up now, she told herself, over and over again, trying to convince a quickly dying will to continue running.

So imagine her surprise when she was suddenly yoinked off the street by a pair of gloved hands. She was pulled into an alleyway, where her assaulter pushed both of them into a doorway, where they were obscured by a narrow wall. A thin, easily penetrable layer of concrete between her, and a bunch of sadistic, corrupted killers. It was almost funny. But what was most definitely not funny was the stranger's hand firmly clasped over her mouth. Valka turned her head to take a look at the person who'd most likely saved her, and saw next to nothing. It wasn't just the completely obscured vision provided to her by the rain; it was also the fact that he was wearing a violet-hooded cloak.

Then the voice that she'd been dreading came, and she bit down tightly on her lip, despite the rest of her body staying completely rigid. For his part, the purple-clad person remained completely calm, yet just as rigid as her.

"Where could she have gone?" muttered one of her former friends.

"She can't have gone far, stick together, groups of two, fan out, and call me if you see anything." Said the captain, before she ran off, wicked-looking void at the ready.

Then the other two started to walk through an alley. The exact one that Valka was hiding in.

"Man, it's really exciting, isn't it? I've never really liked Valka, such a fucking prude. Had some nice tits though, and wasn't so bad-looking eith-"

"Shh!" motioned the other Mananite; he looked around, peering suspiciously.

"She's here! Run! Go get-"

All sound was cut off, and it was as if he'd stopped talking altogether. Even as they both moved their mouths in confusion; nothing came out, no sound, no words, and no cries of panic. Just a deathly, unnatural silence. That was when the mysterious stranger struck. On each arm, there appeared a short hook-sword attached to a glowing bracer that had a small bead that glistened dully.

The two murderers drew their voids, a pair of sickles, and a rifle with a bayonet. Wasting no time, they attempted to cut down their new enemy, but to no avail. The one with sickles swung one at his head, only to have the blade parried, and then hooked. The stranger then pushed the sickle wielder to the ground by the blade, immobilising the second sickle as they struggled to keep the balance. Using the other blade, the stranger then cut him down, skewering him through the chest, and just in time.

The rifle shot, spewing hot, fiery death out at the person. But every bullet simply met the lifeless corpse of their teammate, stopping in their tracks as the strengthened flesh caught each bullet. Then the stranger reached their target, who stopped using the gun, and switched to their bayonet, they tried to skewer the purple-clad figure, but he sidestepped the clumsy attempt, before slashing the rifler twice across the lower-torso, causing crippling pain, and then dealing the finishing blow, an upwards thrust, straight into the brain, and out the other end.

Through all this, not a sound had been made, to any person passing by, nothing had happened.

Valka looked at the person in slight fear, prepared to run at any moment, should a threat appear in the person who'd just savaged two people. But they pulled back the hood, and she saw that they were a he, for one. Another thing she noticed, was that they had black, obsidian coloured hair that had unnatural tips of purple, as if he'd dyed it. And his eyes, they were a bright, gleaming amaranth.

He was looking at the corpses, and said only four words,

"Night night, sleep tight."