Ultimate DMC Sytem In Marvel

"Welcome to the family," Alex said.

Zephyra gave a short nod, then glanced at both him and Cypher. "I suppose I should learn to take on a human form too," she said casually, "if I'm going to be staying around you two in public."

She stepped back as her form shimmered with crackling lightning. The raw storm aura that clung to her like armor began to recede, replaced by a smoother, subtler energy. Her tall, athletic frame adjusted slightly—horns and tail disappearing as the intense demonic energy cloaking her dimmed.

Her outfit shifted next, morphing into something more practical for human society—a short red skirt paired with a snug white top that hugged her curves naturally. Her long hair shortened to a wavy, shoulder-length style. She twirled once in front of a nearby reflective panel, inspecting herself.

"Perfect. This one feels right," she said with a faint smirk. "Comfortable enough to blend in without terrifying the locals."

Alex crossed his arms, his gaze sharp but approving.

"Alright," he said. "Now that we've got that settled… what exactly are your capabilities? I didn't summon another demon just to throw lightning around."

Zephyra raised an amused eyebrow. "Lightning? That's just the surface."

She stepped forward with a confident look and began to explain.

"I'm a Baron-class demoness. My power is rooted in storm energy—lightning, pressure, and kinetic force. My abilities fall into three primary categories."

She lifted her hand, and red lightning danced elegantly between her fingers.

"First, direct lightning manipulation. I can shape and control storm energy, not just hurl bolts. I can charge spaces with voltage, magnetize surfaces, and paralyze enemies by manipulating their internal electrical pulses."

With a snap of her fingers, static crackled briefly in the air.

"Second: enhanced movement. I'm faster than most of my kind—capable of lightning-burst teleportation, high-speed maneuvering, and precision strikes. Ideal for attacking and chasing."

"And the third?" Alex asked.

Her smile darkened slightly. "The Withered Stormfield. My domain. Inside it, I grow stronger, faster… while everyone else weakens. It suppresses stamina and saps resistance from anyone not prepared or shielded."

Cypher nodded with acknowledgment. "That domain nearly destroyed half the summoning chamber. If Alex wasn't built different…"

Zephyra turned to him, voice softer but proud. "Now that I've accepted you as my master, I can anchor a lighter version of my domain onto locations you choose. Think of it like an invisible storm ward—a building wrapped in pressure and lightning."

Alex tilted his head thoughtfully. "Nice."

Zephyra continued with a steady tone. "I can also store ambient electricity and discharge it back—either redirected or amplified. Hit me with lightning, and I'll throw it back double."

"And support abilities?" he asked.

She shook her head slightly. "No minions, unlike Cypher. But I can empower allies with storm marks—temporary speed boosts, reflex sharpening, sometimes defense amplification. They don't last long, but in a fight? It could make all the difference."

Alex gave a short nod. "That'll do."

Zephyra crossed her arms, smirking again. "I didn't think I'd have to prove my usefulness this quickly."

Cypher chuckled in the background. "No one ever said following him was easy."

"Alright then," Alex said. "Cypher, Zephyra—you're in charge of taking over everything that belonged to Kingpin. Clean sweep. Once it's done, report to me."

Both nodded silently.

Without wasting time, Alex turned and walked out of the executive office. The wind pulled gently at his coat as he left Fisk Tower behind. The calm of night returned to the city, unaware that something far more dangerous now occupied the throne Fisk once sat on.

Back in the office, Cypher and Zephyra exchanged glances. Zephyra's tone turned curious, even slightly cautious.

"Orders received," she murmured. "Living under the same roof as the Master… but I didn't catch his mark on you."

Cypher leaned back, eyes half-lidded with a small smirk. "That's because I've only just evolved to a new level. The mark will come later."

Zephyra squinted. "You evolved?"

"I went from Greater-Class to Lord-Class not long ago," Cypher said casually, her crimson eyes shining. "I'm now a Baron Demoness in name and rank."

Zephyra's expression changed to surprise, her head tilting as she stepped closer. "You weren't born Baron-class? And you still managed to evolve to Lord-Class?"

She blinked, studying Cypher with more interest now. "That's not rare. That's practically unheard of. Only those with ancient blood or blessed cores can even attempt that."

Cypher shrugged gracefully. "Well, our master isn't exactly normal."

Zephyra turned toward the high-rise window, looking out over the pulsing lights of the city.

"Then perhaps he isn't just a strong human with a rare lineage… Maybe he really is something else entirely."

Cypher simply replied, "He is."

Together, they turned back to the monitors as holograms of Kingpin's assets flickered to life—territory maps, financial holdings, lists of loyal and disloyal operatives.

Their mission had begun.

HELL'S KITCHEN – OUTSIDE ALEX'S CLINIC

The storm had passed, but the pavement still glistened from recent rain. The streetlights above buzzed faintly, their light casting soft halos over the dark road. Neon flickered in nearby storefronts, washing the sidewalk in hues of pink, green, and gold.

Alex emerged quietly from a side alley, his boots splashing against the puddles. His white shirt was bloodstained, shoulder torn, and faint tendrils of smoke curled from his fingers. Despite it all, his face remained calm—collected and unreadable.

Across the street, near the clinic entrance, Sue, Colleen, and Maria had been pacing anxiously for what felt like ages.

Maria was the first to see him. Her eyes widened. "There! Look—he's back!"

Colleen didn't wait. She darted across the street, splashing through puddles, and threw her arms around Alex, holding him tightly. "You idiot," she said, her voice shaking. "You said it was just a check-in."

Sue followed soon after, composed but visibly worried. Her eyes scanned him from head to toe, analyzing the tension in his posture and the aura lingering around him.

"You reek of Death and blood," she muttered. "Must be an massacre"

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