He closed his eyes for a moment, then smirked. "Ooh, not bad. You’ve unlocked the ’Eye of Darkness.’"
Tony looked confused. "That’s what it’s called?"
"Yep," Alex nodded. "It’s a type of eye ability based on fear and shadow. It lets you cause deep fear in someone’s soul just by looking into their eyes. If they feel even a little bit guilty or scared... it’ll be like you dragged them into a nightmare. What happens after that depends—some freeze, some see things, and some completely break down."
Tony raised an impressed eyebrow. "Wow. So how do I turn it on?"
"Practice," Alex said casually. "Right now, it’ll work partly on its own. If someone threatens you or if you focus while making eye contact, it can activate. But the more you connect with Spectra, the better you’ll control it."
Tony nodded slowly. "Alright. I guess I’ll have to start testing it out."
Alex turned as black wings appeared on his back, looking up at the sky. "Well, I’m heading home. You should, too."
"You sure you don’t want another round of destruction?" Tony joked.
Alex gave a faint smile. "Nah. I’ve had enough explosions for one night."
Then he flapped his wings and shot off into the sky at high speed.
Tony stood in the desert wind, now alone, while his new demon companion slipped back into his shadow.
"Yeah," Tony muttered. "Now I just have to figure out how to explain this to Pepper."
He flew off with a loud burst from his repulsors, just as the first light of morning touched the mountain peaks.
Manhattan – Morrow Tower
What used to be called Fisk Tower had been totally remade—both in name and design.
The inside, once full of shady accountants and violent bodyguards, was now rebuilt as a mix of top-tier tech and demonic style. Black marble floors reflected strange violet lights. Monitors showed both human data and glowing runes. And right in the middle of the lobby, an enormous black emblem—the Morrow Family’s symbol, shaped like an eclipse swallowing a star—was carved into the floor.
Of course, regular people couldn’t see any of this. To them, the building just looked like a classy place with black and gold decor. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Up on the top floor—once Wilson Fisk’s personal command center—sat Cypher.
She relaxed in a chair made from smooth metal and living shadow. One hand tapped a glowing control panel, while the other played with her glowing black veil. Dozens of floating screens around her showed reports about stock prices, secret businesses, energy lines, and human politics.
The entire criminal network of New York now served one master.
And it no longer needed to hide.
Behind her, two demonic guards stood still as statues, built from solid shadow metal. When Alex appeared from a portal of black mist, they immediately bowed.
Cypher didn’t even look up. "Fisk’s old staff are surprisingly helpful once you haunt their dreams with nightmares," she said. "We’ve taken control of four of his fake companies, five shipping networks, and half a dozen private banks."
Alex walked over, folding his wings behind him. "And what about the rest?"
"Either dead, crippled, or... convinced," Cypher answered, finally looking at him with her glowing red eyes. "We’re watching everything now. If Fisk had a piece of it, it’s ours."
Alex nodded, stepping up to the giant window that overlooked the glowing city. The skyline looked like a giant circuit board lit by power.
"This city feels different now," he said softly.
"That’s because it is," Cypher replied. "You’re in control now."
Zephyra walked in next, holding a slim folder. Sparks danced around her twin braids as she smirked. "The East Harlem gang leaders want a meeting. They still think you’re just a myth..."
She paused, then added, "I think it’s time they got a reality check."
Alex turned to her. "Let them come. It won’t take much."
Zephyra grinned, clearly looking forward to it.
Just then, Mygarth walked in—still dressed in his fine white and silver outfit, but clearly more respectful than before. He bowed low, the glowing mark on his neck still faintly shining.
Alex gave him a quick motion to move aside, and Mygarth obeyed without question.
"Well, looks like you’ve all met my third demon," Alex said casually.
Zephyra and Cypher shared a look.
"I was kind of hoping the third one would be a hot demoness," Zephyra teased.
"I think we all were," Cypher added with a smirk.
Alex shrugged. "I thought so too."
He had once imagined having a group made of three divine angels and three beautiful demonesses. So far... things hadn’t worked out that way.
"But that’s okay," he said with a relaxed grin. "I still have space for two more. I’m just waiting for the right time."
Stark Tower – Private Hangar Bay
The Mark II armor let out a soft hiss as the systems powered down. Steam rose from its joints while mechanical arms moved in to unlock it. The sleek red-and-gold suit stood still, covered in scratches, dents, and faint black stains from the battle.
With a quiet click, the helmet lifted.
Tony let out a deep breath, sweat on his brow, his eyes distant with everything he had just been through.
He stepped out of the armor and walked toward his workstation. His fingers typed instructions to run a diagnostic while the rest of the room hummed softly around him.
And then—
"Tony?"
He turned sharply.
Pepper stood near the door, arms crossed, with that familiar mix of worry and frustration on her face.
She hadn’t even changed from work—still in her blazer and heels—but she was clearly concerned.
Tony froze. "Hey... Pepper."
Her eyes immediately scanned the suit. Burn marks, strange residue on the repulsors, and a faint black glow still stuck to the leg armor.
"...Did you just climb out of that knight-armored-looking suit?" she asked, clearly annoyed.
Tony ran a hand through his hair. "Just a small cleanup job."
Pepper raised an eyebrow. "That doesn’t look small, Tony."
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