C631 Evil God Descends

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The Spider-Society members stood before the sealed and heavily reinforced metal doors, Jessica Drew hesitantly gesturing towards them. "Miguel should be inside," she stated, her voice laden with uncertainty.

Ever since their encounter with the Hulk, Jessica had resigned herself to the seemingly inevitable outcome. Watching Peter effortlessly dismantle every trap, she realized this was all futile. As they approached Miguel's lair, she couldn't shake the feeling that surrendering from the start might have been the wiser choice.

Miles broke the tense silence, asking, "You don't think that he'll just open it for us, do you?" The group, in unison, shook their heads, acknowledging the improbability of Miguel willingly allowing their entry.

Peter, without a word, approached the door, ready to use his powers to break it like the obstacles before. However, just before his hand could touch the door, it parted on its own, opening with an eerie hiss. Confusion and questioning looks spread across the group, especially Jessica, who couldn't fathom why Miguel would invite Peter in so easily.

"Yup, this definitely isn't a trap…" Ben muttered, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Entering casually, Peter saw Miguel seated at his computer, legs crossed, exuding confidence. As Peter approached, Miguel held up his hand, saying, "Oh, not so fast!" Lights flared on both sides of him, revealing Spider-Pig, Spider-Man Noir, Andrew, and Peni, all restrained in energy cages.

"""Peter!""" The captured group called out to Peter and the others, relief evident on their faces.

"Yo." Peter waved nonchalantly, expecting this after hearing that Miguel went out of his way to recruit them. He even tried contacting them shortly after picking up Miles and Tobey from their universes, but sadly, none of them responded. 'Probably because they were already captured…'

However, unlike Peter, the others, particularly Miles, Ben, Gwen, and Tobey, were alarmed at the sight of their friends in captivity. "?!"

Spider-Punk, too, was taken aback, appalled by their leader's actions. "So, we're kidnapping our own now, are we?" He asked, though Miguel didn't respond, his eyes trained on the biggest threat in the room, Peter.

On the contrary, Uncle Ben's focus remained fixed on Miguel, his intent clear, he was ready to pounce and execute his vendetta at any moment.

Miguel continued, a touch of remorse in his voice, "Sadly, you've forced me to use my own society members as bargaining chips. I really didn't want to do this, you know? You should have just left us alone, just how I've left you alone until now…"

Peter shrugged, seemingly unaffected by this threat. "I tend to get in every bad guys way sooner or later, it's just what I do. What can I say, I have a gift." He said as his eyes narrowed all of the sudden. "But you should really release them now while you still can. Because if I have to do it myself, then things won't be pretty, I can promise you that."

Miles' frustration boiled over as he joined Peter, demanding the release of his captured friends. "Yeah! Let them go, or else!"

Miguel, with a condescending smile, turned to Miles. "Be quiet, kid. The grown-ups are talking."

Undeterred, Miles refused to back down, energy crackling around his body, making him appear dangerously charged. "Release them now!"

Sighing, Miguel turned back to Miles, a tone of annoyance in his voice. "You're lucky to even be alive right now. I usually kill anomalies like you, so take my kindness and shut your mouth."

Miles raised a brow, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Anomaly? What's that supposed to mean?"

Uncle Ben, unable to contain himself any longer, stepped forward, ready to intervene. "Enough talk. Let-"

Before Uncle Ben could proceed, Peter reached out, resting a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to hold back. "Wait, let's hear what he has to say first," Peter suggested, turning back to Miguel. "Explain."

Of course, Peter already knew what Miguel was going to say since he's seen the movie, but he can't just say it without any proof. This was the perfect opportunity for Miles to learn the truth.

Miguel, with a hint of resignation, began to explain, knowing it would buy him some more time. "It's not that complicated. The kid isn't even supposed to have powers. When Kingpin was punching holes in the multiverse, the spider traveled over and eventually bit him. Of course, that means he technically stole his powers from another Spider-Man."

Miguel continued. "And whoever that poor guy might be, he's one unlucky b*stard. Because I can't imagine having the bad luck we're destined with and not getting the powers to compensate for it. So, yeah, you're an anomaly, something that we here at the Spider-Society usually kill or imprison."

Miles, absorbing this unexpected revelation, looked down at his hands, contemplating the weight of the information. The idea that he may have inadvertently stolen powers meant for another Spider-Man played in his mind.

Peter, sensing Miles' emotional turmoil, walked over and whacked him on the back of the head. Miles jumped a bit, rubbing the back of his head in surprise.

"What was that for?!" Miles demanded, shooting a glare at Peter.

Peter shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Because I felt like it. Now, stop wallowing around for no reason. We don't even know if he's telling the truth. And even If he is, we can find where the spider came from and fix this. Stop worrying so much."

Miles' shoulders relaxed as he halfheartedly smiled, grateful for Peter's straightforward advice. "You're right… Thanks," he muttered, realizing that, perhaps, the solution wasn't as complicated as he initially thought.

Turning back to Miguel, Peter nodded his head, "Thanks for the info." He said, surprising him. Enemies though they may be, Peter's straightforward nature caught Miguel off guard.

"Because you were so nice as to have us that tidbit of information, I'll give you one chance," Peter stated, his tone unwavering. "Hand over our friends willingly, and you get to fight Uncle Ben here." He gestured to the old man beside him. "If you win, I'll spare your life. But if you don't, and you resist, well... I'll ensure you don't live to regret it."

Uncle Ben looked at Peter, unhappy with the possibility of Miguel surviving. Though technically, Peter was still giving him the opportunity to get his revenge, so he didn't voice any complaints.

Miguel, actually pondering the offer for a moment, eventually shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I've come too far to stop now. Giving up now would mean destroying everything I've built. I can't allow that to happen. There's still a lot of work to be done."

Peter sighed, realizing that negotiations weren't going to be as smooth as he hoped. "I see."

Miguel countered with an offer of his own, "You should surrender. And I promise if you do, then no harm will come to your friends." As he says this, the cages crackle with energy, electrocuting the captives inside.

"""Aaaaghh!""" The captives screamed in pain, an unknown number of volts surging through their bodies.

Miguel continued. "However, if you resist, the energy cages will fully activate, incinerating your friends one by one."

"What friends?" Peter asked, feigning innocence.

Miguel shot Peter a look of disbelief, thinking he was being played with. But after a moment of thought, he realized that the screaming had stopped. Suddenly, a look of grim realization appeared on his face. 'He couldn't have…'

Turning to the now-empty cages where his captives had vanished, panic struck Miguel as he realized they were no longer there.

"How? I specifically made those cages to block portals! How did you-" Miguel froze mid-sentence, witnessing Spider-Pig, Noir, Andrew, and Peni appear beside Peter as if they'd been teleported.

Peter, with a casual demeanor, explained, "Although I tend to rely a lot on portals, since they're so useful, that doesn't mean they're the only power I have. I've got a bunch of new powers recently as well."

The newly freed captives collapsed on the floor from the after shock of their electrocution before celebrating their release with relieved smiles on their faces.

"Peter, you have no idea how good it is to see you…" Spider-Pig began to cry animatedly as he wrapped his entire body around Peter's leg, refusing to let go.

Miguel seethed with frustration, realizing that once again, Peter had thwarted his plans. Plan Z, the last resort he never wanted to resort to, now seemed like his only option. Sighing heavily, Miguel reluctantly spoke, "I really didn't want to do this."

Miles, puzzled, asked, "Do what?"

Without bothering to reply, Miguel called out, "LYLA!" Moments later, the holographic AI appeared behind him, eyes sharply focused on Peter and his group.

"Yes?" LYLA asked, expectantly.

Miguel, with a heavy heart, ordered, "Open the portal and initiate plan Z."

As she received the command, Peter raised a questioning brow, noticing a hint of a cruel smile on LYLA's holographic face, which soon began to flicker as if she were glitching, a detail he didn't remember from the movies. 'What's that about?' He wondered.

The room was filled with the hum of energy as LYLA followed Miguel's orders, opening a portal in the middle of the room. Within seconds, a tall man with ghostly white skin and red glowing eyes emerged. In his hand, he wielded a red sword that wriggled as if it were alive.

Peter's thoughts raced as he immediately recognized the ominous figure. 'Holy sh*t, is that Knull?!'

Indeed, it was. The foreboding presence of Knull, the eldritch god of darkness and the creator of the symbiotes, brought an unsettling tension to the room. "Ahh, I haven't breathed such fresh, untainted air in millennia…" He took a breath, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "I'll have to fix that…"

As he stepped into the space, a sea of black sludge-like liquid followed, spreading across the floor like an ominous tide.

Peter's eyes widened as he saw this. Knull, the god of the symbiotes, didn't seem to come alone. No, he brought an army with him. "Oh sh*t, that's not good…"

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