Demons weren't anything special to people connected to Hell's Kitchen.
Marg had absorbed the excessive soul energy Alvin provided, and the body she hurriedly built didn't really meet the standards for a powerful demon.
She wasn't a Succubus. Turning herself into a loli-like Succubus meant giving up some physical strength. She'd grown a pair of wings on her back, but they weren't exactly good for flying...
Sensing the power of flame coursing through the newborn creature, Alvin looked at Norman Osborn and said with a smile, "This is a flying Fire Monkey. But she's got a decent figure. If you're twisted enough, you can always cuddle up with her at night."
Norman Osborn sensed the "wailing" of the bio-armor on his body. Looking at the "hot little thing," who seemed alarmed but had malice in her eyes, he smiled and patted the little demon on the head. Then a needle suddenly popped out of his arm and pierced the little demon right between the eyebrows.
"Ah..."
The little demon didn't dare act out in front of Alvin. Clutching her head, she fell to the ground and rolled around, wailing in pain.
Alvin looked at Norman Osborn in "shock" and said, "What did you just do? I saw you inject something into her brain."
Norman Osborn nodded as if it were perfectly reasonable and said, "She's a beast. If you want to tame a beast, you need a whip. She wouldn't dare do anything to you, but she doesn't look at me very kindly.
"So I injected a miniature Controller into her brain. Whenever she gets angry, excited, or malicious, it releases an electric current and a small amount of neurotoxin."
Alvin pretended to shudder and looked at Stark. "Is this old guy a pervert? If he doesn't like her, he