As New Boston smolder in flames Asher's brusied and broken body fell to one knee. Firstborn's bulking shadow crossed Asher's fallen frame, a tear of blood slipped down his cheek. 'You know Asher yer kid put up more of a fight!' His clubed fist grabbed asher's dark hair and pulled him towrad the soot filled sky until his feet were dangling. He drew his weapon to asher's neck. 'Heh! So much for yer mission of vengence!' This is from a loosly based religon comic I came up with.