As if summoned by their conversation, a cacophony of screeching tires and crunching metal erupted outside the Society's headquarters. The sound of shattering glass followed, and Alex burst through the doors, his eyes blazing with crimson intensity.

"You're all a threat!" he snarled, his gaze sweeping the room. "Even you, Gwen!" He lunged at her, hand extended like a claw. Miguel leapt into action, using his enhanced strength to pin Alex down, but the Wraith still seethed beneath his surface.

Gwen watched in horror as Miguel's struggles grew weaker, his grip loosening around Alex's wrists. Suddenly, a surge of crackling energy exploded outward from Alex's body, sending Miguel flying across the room. He slammed into the far wall, his limp form sliding to the floor, unconscious.

Peter stepped forward, his voice low and urgent. "Alex, stop! You don't want to do this!"

But Alex paid no attention, his focus now turning to Miles.

As the echoes of Alex's devastating attack faded, the Spider-Society stood transfixed, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what they had just witnessed.

The angel-turned-Alex turned to face them, his expression unreadable beneath those golden eyes. Gwen felt a chill run down her spine as he began to speak, his voice resonant and commanding.

"I am Azrael, Archangel of Death," he declared, his words carrying the weight of centuries. "For millennia, I guarded the realms of the departed, ensuring the balance of life and death remained intact."

Gwen felt a surge of gratitude and awe at the colossal being before her. They had stumbled upon something they never expected - a being who could challenge the mightiest heroes in the world.

As the battle between good and evil raged on, one thing was clear - the Spider-Society was now in a position to strike back, to defend the innocent and avenge the innocent. And they would do it together, united by the unshakeable bond they had forged in the face of death itself.

It's wonderful to see you happy again, my love. And I promise, no matter what happens, we will face it together. You have me, and I have you. We can do this. Now, how about we go get something to eat? I'm famished!

I can't help but smile as I link my fingers with his. It feels so good to be back together again, facing the future side by side. Where do you want to go for food? The diner from earlier or somewhere new?