"Miles, check our databases for any mentions of John Constantine. See if we can find anything on this 'sorcerer' business."

A few minutes later, Miles returned with a printout from the university's library database. Gwen scanned the pages, her eyes widening in shock.

"Guys... it looks like Alex is actually John Constantine! A wizard!"

The room fell silent as the implications sank in.

"So, what exactly does this mean?" Peter asked hesitantly.

Gwen's fingers drummed against the edge of the counter. "It means...

"It means he has abilities far beyond anything we've encountered before. This 'traversing the multiverse' thing might just be the tip of the iceberg." Miles whistled softly. "And here we were thinking he was just another superpowered teenager..." Miguel frowned, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully. "But why did he hide his true nature? What was he afraid of?" A chill ran down Gwen's spine as she contemplated the question. In a world filled with superheroes and supervillains, a powerful sorcerer would stand out like a beacon.

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?