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In the aftermath of Peter's recruitment speech, a divided group of Spider-People emerged. A small fraction of the former Spider-Society, burdened by the weight of the truth, chose to return to their respective universes, leaving behind the tangled mess of Multiverse drama.

The process of sending them home was swift, a mere thirty Spider-People vanishing through their own star shaped portal that led to the familiarity of their home worlds.

The departure left over a hundred Spider-People standing, a mix of determination and uncertainty etched on their faces. They were given the chance to leave, but chose to stay behind and join Peter in fighting those who dared to trick and use them.

Surprisingly, Spider-Punk, whose rebellious nature Peter assumed would drive him away, stood among those who opted to stay. "I'll stick around until we deal with Centurion and the Kang's. After that, I'm out. Retirement sounds pretty sweet, doesn't it?" he declared with a wry grin, catching Peter off guard.

"Sure, feel free to stay as long as you want." Peter nodded, happy to have him joining them.

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After collecting all of the remaining Spider-People's multiverse watches and allowing them to pack their belongings, Peter opened a star-shaped portal leading back to his universe. The large group of former Spider-Society members watched him open the portal with wide, shocked eyes. After all, they didn't see him using any technology.

Enjoying their awed looks, Peter addressed the remaining Spider-People. "I'll be setting up our new organization in my home universe. This portal will take you there. Go through and wait for me on the other side. I have a few things to take care of before following you guys. Just remember not to wander off or cause any trouble."

Over a hundred Spider-People filed through the portal, leaving Peter, Knull, and the Spider-Gang behind. Peter turned to Jessica Drew and Spider-Punk, who stood among the group, and instructed them, "Follow them and make sure they don't do anything crazy. I don't want to return home to a bunch of chaos." Jessica and Spider-Punk reluctantly nodded before disappearing through the portal, which snapped shut behind them.

As the portal closed, Gwen turned to Peter and asked, "What now?"

Peter gestured towards Uncle Ben and Miguel O'Hara. "Now we let these two settle their differences and then clean up any leftover tech from the Spider-Society. After all, it would be bad if someone finds their buggy tech and starts traveling the multiverse with it."

Completely ignoring the second part of his statement, as they had no problems with it, the Spider-Gang immediately voiced their concerns, trying to dissuade Peter from pitting Uncle Ben and Miguel against each other in a death match.

"Come on, Peter, there has to be another way to resolve this," Gwen pleaded, clearly unhappy about this.

"Yeah, can't we just separate them or something?" Miles asks.

"We could just take away their multiverse tech and leave them in their own universes. It's not like they were the ones to make the tech in the first place, so I doubt they'll be able to reproduce it…" Tobey spoke his mind next, which seemed to gain everyone's approval.

Peter listened to their arguments and opinions, then shrugged. "If you can convince Uncle Ben, since he's the one who wants revenge in the first place, then I'll respect his decision."

Instantly, the Spider-Gang turned to Uncle Ben, who met their gaze with a stubborn and defiant look. Instantly, It became clear that convincing him to spare Miguel's life would be an uphill battle.

Recognizing the challenge ahead, Peter addressed the Spider-Gang, "I'll go handle the cleanup of the Spider-Society's tech. You folks sort things out here." With that, he strolled away, Knull and the restrained Miguel trailing closely behind.

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In the eerie silence that followed, Peter embarked on the daunting task of scouring the vast Spider-Society complex.

The dimly lit corridors echoed with each step as he meticulously dismantled the remnants of the Spider-Society's technological empire. Flickering lights cast shadows on abandoned laboratories and workshops, a stark contrast to the vibrant activity that once defined this hub of multiverse exploration.

As Peter delved deeper into the heart of the Spider-Society, his laziness began to show. The search for every last piece of their advanced technology wasn't exactly hard, but Peter just didn't feel like doing it…

Instantly, a rebellious thought sparked within him, a much simpler solution to erase the remnants of their power.

Smirking, Peter ensured that the sprawling Spider-Society buildings were devoid of any lingering inhabitants. And with the coast clear, he conjured his Phoenix Flames. A blaze of intense, mystical fire enveloped his hands as he set the structures ablaze, one by one.

The flames danced with an otherworldly grace, consuming the Spider-Society in an inferno, which spread at an alarming rate.

The Phoenix Flames roared and crackled, hungrily devouring every piece of advanced technology, every gadget and gizmo that once fueled the Spider-Society's ambitions.

As the structures crumbled in the heat, Peter watched with a mix of satisfaction and pity. 'This place could have been great if not for the Kang's…'

Miguel O'Hara, compelled to witness the demise of his life's work, floated restrained alongside Peter. Tears welled in his eyes as the flames reflected in their glistening surfaces. "…"

For a moment, the weight of betrayal and realization hung heavily in the air. The Spider-Society, an organization he had created, was nothing more than a puppet, dancing on strings for another's gain.

Miguel's emotions surged as he confronted the harsh truth. The flames mirrored the true state of the Spider-Society, and as the last embers flickered, Peter turned to Miguel with a somber gaze. The destruction was complete, leaving behind a scorched landscape.

In the eerie silence that followed, Peter's words hung in the air, "Sometimes, you have to let go of the past to build a better future."

As Peter spoke those words about letting go of the past, an eerie stillness settled over the once roaring flames, freezing the chaotic dance of the Phoenix Flames mid-air.

"What the…?" Peter uttered, gazing at the area around him in confusion.

The world seemed to paused, as if some cosmic force had pressed pause on the remote control of reality. Even Miguel, his tears suspended in time, stood frozen like a statue, unaware of anything happening around him.

At first, confusion clouded Peter's expression as he glanced around at the suspended scene. Time seemed to hang in an otherworldly limbo until he turned, and there across from him stood the figure of the Grim Reaper… John.

In a rather casual manner, the Grim Reaper waved his hand and greeted, "Yo."

Peter sighed, a mixture of annoyance and familiarity tugging at him, and quipped, "How long have you been copying my usual greeting, John?"

Amused, John laughed beneath the dark shroud of his robe. "Trillions of years longer than you. The first time I said 'Yo,' your universe hadn't even witnessed its first big bang."

Rolling his eyes, Peter muttered a half-hearted "Whatever" before getting to the point. "Im guessing I completed the mission?"

John, still wearing the semblance of a grin beneath his skeletal visage, replied with a simple "Yup," acknowledging Peter's success in dismantling the Spider-Society. He then proceeded to congratulate Peter, "You know, you're the first of my successor candidates to complete a mission, congrats!"

Unimpressed by the accolades, Peter cut to the chase. "Reward time." He held out his hand expectantly. "But before that, why were Centurion and Knull candidates? Do you have any idea what Knull could've done with your level of power?"

John, with an air of nonchalance, explained, "both of them found one of my artifacts. As I've already told you, I don't choose my successors. I merely spread out invitations for anyone to find."

Peter, not satisfied, asked, "Can't you disqualify those who aren't fit for the job? I mean, how can Centurion qualify when he's a member of the Council of Kangs? Isn't one of the missions to destroy the Council?"

John shrugged indifferently. "Where's the fun in that? If I only chose good people, the competition would be too stale." He said, clearly unbothered. "As for Centurion, who said he can't destroy the Council from the inside?"

Sighing in exasperation, Peter had enough of this talk and held his hand back out. "Whatever, just hand over the reward already. I'm getting a head ache just dealing with you..."

Amidst laughter, John snapped his bony fingers, summoning a hovering black cloak before Peter, who eyed the mysterious reward, recognizing it as Death's Cloak, the promised item for completing the mission.

Turning to John, Peter couldn't help but question, "If this is Death's Cloak, what are you wearing right now?" The Grim Reaper merely shrugged, revealing his old robe. "This one's an ancient relic from back in the day. The real deal now belongs to you."

With the cloak hovering before him, Peter contemplated the weight of his newfound possession, Death's Cloak. Reaching out, his fingers gripped the silky cloth.

As he grasped the cloak, the fabric seemed to come alive, a sudden surge of energy propelling it towards him. A momentary jolt of fear gripped Peter as the cloak wrapped itself around his figure, a dance of dark silk enveloping him.

"?!" Alarmed, but quickly steadying himself, Peter recognized the shocking transformation taking place.

The already enchanted Spider-Suit and Death's Cloak seemed to be fusing, melding seamlessly, creating a new garment that clung to Peter's form. The once vibrant hues of his former suit were now dominated by a deep black, an embodiment of darkness, radiating shadows that seemed to possess a life of their own.

[Insert pictures of Black Spider-Suits here] (A/N: Most likes will be what his suit looks like now.)

As Peter inspected the newfound attire, the shadows pulsed and shifted, like a protective shroud guarding him. The complete fusion of his former Spider-Suit and Death's Cloak seemed to enhance his abilities as well, granting him a shadowy aura of death.

As Peter felt the power coursing through him, a tangible connection to Death itself, a holographic screen appearing before him.

[Mission Complete: Destroy the Spider-Society

• The Spider-Society has taken up the challenge of preserving what they call 'canon events,' believing this saves both entire universes and their inhabitants. In reality, these actions are damaging the fabric of the multiverse. Eradicate them to restore order

Reward: Death's Cloak

• Death's Cloak, a somber masterpiece, weaves shadows into a garment that whispers of the eternal. With its deep obsidian fabric, adorned by arcane symbols, the cloak holds a fraction of Death's unparalleled power over the realm of departed souls. When worn, it imparts an eerie connection to the power of Death itself.]

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