He snatched him up by his arm and cremated that as well.
“Go to hell!” Fin yelled, as he pushed himself to his feet. Squaring up with Asher, he spit in the Envoy’s face.
Asher’s eyes exploded. Grabbing Fin by the neck with one hand, he seized him by his manhood with the other.
“Shall I take something more valuable?” he threatened, and Fin squeezed his eyes shut.
“Tear me limb from limb, Asher. I love her, and I won’t hurt her.”
Asher released him and tilted his head as Fin surveyed his shoulder stump.
“I’ve gone mad,” he said, suddenly.
“I know,” Fin panted.
"If I cannot have her, I will destroy her,” Asher said with pain in his voice. “I cannot control my rage.” His admission sounded more like a plea. His eyes darkened, and quite suddenly, he grabbed Fin up by his neck again.
“I once saved you from an eternity in Hell, Pádraig O’Shea. It’s time for you to repay your debt to me.” Asher raised Fin higher and plunged his hand through his chest.
Fin struggled to breathe.
“Is this the fate you want for her? You would drive me to rip her apart, to shred her soul, to slash and tear until there is nothing left of the woman we both love?”
“She’d—destroy—you,” Fingrunted.
Asher squeezed Fin’s neck until it cracked and tossed him to the floor.
“No, Pádraig,” Asher said while he waited for Fin to heal. “We both know what destroyed Adalwolf. It was a confluence of impossibilities, a cosmic accident when he exploded. And you can’t make it happen again, or I’d already be dead, Righteous Man.”
Fin’s neck cracked back together, and he rolled onto his side.
“We can do this all night,” Asher said grinding his teeth, and he grabbed Fin up by his neck again. “I would do worse to her!”
“Alright I’ll do it!” Fin shouted. “I’ll do it,” he moaned.
Asher released him and stepped away.
“She’ll know you did this,” Fin panted, nodding to his missing limb, and Asher surveyed his one-armed slave.
“On your knees, Pádraig,” said Asher gently, and Fin obliged, his face etched with shame.
Asher placed his hand on Fin’s back and watched as an arm grew perfectly out of his shoulder.
“Make it public, Fin, and make it hurt,” Asher said, turning to leave. “I’ll be watching.”
“Wait,” Fin said.
Asher stopped and looked back.
“If you loved her, you wouldn’t force me to hurt her.”
His eyes pleaded with Asher’s.
“I will comfort her. I will protect her from Cobon,” the Envoy reasoned.
"Can you protect her from yourself?”
“And what would you do?” he spat. “How would you save her light, human?”
