The Devorse Despute

As Samuel stood amidst the scattered remains of the Nightcreatures, his mechanical limbs glinting in the daylight, he wiped the dark blood from his blades.

His expression hardened as he scanned the empty street, littered with broken bodies and shards of buildings. The eerie silence that followed the chaos only deepened his suspicions.

He muttered to himself, "Daytime attacks... this isn't normal." He took a deep breath, feeling the faint hum of his mechanical limbs as they adjusted to his movements. "The Nightcreatures never come out during the day unless something forces them to. This isn't just a fluke."

Samuel narrowed his eyes, piecing together the oddities. "The Gates..." he whispered to himself, a grim realization dawning on him.

"If they're active during daylight, someone must have tampered with them. But who the hell would be stupid—or insane—enough to mess with those?"

He walked toward one of the mangled corpses of the Nightcreatures, crouching down to examine it closely. The creature's body still emitted faint traces of dark energy, more concentrated than he had ever seen before. Samuel's brows furrowed.

"This isn't natural," he said, his voice low and steady.

"The energy around them is... unstable. Someone's been meddling with things they don't understand."

Samuel stood up and glanced at the horizon, where faint traces of smoke and dust rose in the distance. His mechanical hand flexed unconsciously, the hidden blades retracting with a metallic click. The thought of someone deliberately tampering with the Gates made his blood boil. This wasn't just an accident—it was sabotage.

He smirked darkly to himself, his grin holding no warmth. "Well, whoever's behind this better be ready. Because if they think they can play god and let these things loose, I'm going to find them. And when I do..." His voice trailed off, his smirk widening. "I'll make sure they wish they never messed with me—or the Gates."

Samuel turned and began walking purposefully down the street, his enhanced legs propelling him forward with inhuman speed.

His mind was racing with possibilities, but one thing was certain: this wasn't over. Someone had unleashed chaos, and Samuel intended to put an end to it, one bloody step at a time.

Abigail sat on her luxurious couch, staring at the divorce papers on the table in front of her. Her fingers trembled, not with fear but with anger and frustration. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. Her mind raced, recalling every word Samuel had spoken to her earlier.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. She snapped her head up, startled, and saw Samuel casually walking in with a dark grin plastered on his face. He leaned against the doorframe, his mechanical limbs catching the light, making him look both human and terrifyingly machine-like.

Samuel: (mockingly) "Well, well, looks like you've found those papers. Got your big decision in front of you. So, what's it gonna be? Oh, wait—don't bother. Just sign them quickly and let me get on with my life."

Abigail stood abruptly, her hands clenched into fists. Without saying a word, she grabbed the papers, looked Samuel dead in the eye, and ripped them in half. The pieces fluttered to the floor like fallen leaves.

Abigail: (defiantly) "I'm not going to give you a divorce, Samuel. And I won't let you leave either!"

Samuel's grin widened as he tilted his head back and laughed like a maniac, his laughter echoing through the room.

Samuel: (mockingly) "Hahaha! Seriously? You think you can keep me in your little golden cage again? Oh, this is rich."

He stepped closer, his mechanical limbs hissing slightly with each step. Abigail didn't flinch, her glare meeting his.

Samuel: (coldly) "And then what, Abigail? You'll bring in more of your precious men to fill the house while I rot away in the shadows? Humiliate me like you loved to? Because that's the only thing you're good at—tearing me down and laughing while you do it."

Abigail: (angrily) "You don't understand! There was never anything between me and those men! It was all a setup! A stupid, desperate way to get your attention! I—"

Samuel: (interrupting) "Oh, save it."

(His tone turned icy, his expression darkening.)

Samuel: "I don't care. Setup or not, you made your choice. You pushed me until there was nothing left of me, and now you want me to just forget it all and play house again?!"

Abigail: (voice trembling, more with emotion than fear) "You don't know how much I regret everything! I—"

Samuel: (cutting her off sharply) "Regret? You regret it?!"

He stepped closer, his eyes cold and piercing.

Samuel: "Do you regret forcing me to leave when I was at my lowest? Do you regret making me watch while you paraded your 'setup' around the house? Do you regret aborting our child without so much as a word to me?"

Abigail flinched at his words, her eyes welling up with tears.

Abigail: (whispering) "I was scared… I didn't know what to do..."

Samuel: (sneering) "Scared? That's rich coming from the woman who made it her life's mission to destroy me. Well, guess what, Abigail—I'm not scared anymore. I'm not the man you can control, humiliate, or manipulate. I'm a damn machine now, built for one thing: survival. And you… you're just a remnant of a life I want to forget."

Abigail: (desperately) "Samuel, please… I can change. I can fix this—fix us."

Samuel let out a cold laugh, shaking his head.

Samuel: (mockingly) "Fix us? There is no 'us,' Abigail. There hasn't been for a long time. You just can't stand the idea of losing control over me, can you? Well, newsflash—you already lost me the day you decided I wasn't enough."

He turned toward the door, his mechanical limbs hissing softly as he moved.

Samuel: (without looking back) "Tear up all the papers you want. It doesn't change a damn thing. I'll get my freedom one way or another."

As he reached the door, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder, his grin returning.

Samuel: (coldly) "Oh, and Abigail? Don't bother waiting for me to come crawling back. That man is dead. This version of me? He doesn't give second chances."

He walked out, leaving Abigail alone in the room, the torn divorce papers scattered at her feet.