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Sons Of The Flaming Throne – Ch.47 | KT OLLA

THE plains of war were a bath in blood. The forest through which the coward fled helped to slaughter them more.

David’s third son was pounced on at the banks of Jordan. It was like a sudden blast that wakes a volcano. It was midnight eruption.

There was a brutal clash and skulls gave way to swords. Bones cracked and broke as angry spears were thrust in men.

That fight was sad and distasteful, that it was almost a taboo to talk about it. It was the battle between father and son: and men died like the lambs of sacrifice.

Yes, it was a war called the Fire of God. It was hail and brimstone, wrath and fury. It was the fire of everything.

King David had no intention to kill his son. He just wanted to stop him. And everyone in David’s camp knew this… except one man.

And that one was Joab. He was the king’s best aide.

But Joab was a different fire. He wasn’t anything like Absalom’s flames. For his fury burned hot without a depth and his heart warred without a motive.

It was the case that, since the day the Third Prince burned his field to see David, Joab had regretted many times over that he brought him back from exile.

He’d sensed treason from that day; and ever since, he’d been searching for proofs to justify killing the rebel.

He just wanted to wipe out that boy to atone for his error. The “grave” error of bringing him back from exile.

But Absalom wasn’t a man anyone might just end for his conscience. No, the Third Prince was the king’s pride also. And so Joab had always failed before he even tried.

Yet now that the man led a pack of lions to fight the boy, he knew his day had finally come. And Joab wanted Absalom dead, along with every one of the young rebels with him.

So he commanded his warriors to kill all, whether man or beast. And leave no space for mercy.

But this was the one thing that the fierce commander didn’t know. And it was that the fight was never theirs, to begin with.

For the promising son of David had chosen a reckless path from the day he killed his half-brother.

And from that day, the Heavens above paid interest.

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