The Devil's Brood: the Sons of Constantine

“Constantius approached his father’s catafalque ceremonially, in mournful concentration. He carefully lifted the purple cloak to take one last look at his father’s face, and at that moment, he saw with astonishment that the dead man’s hand was clutching a papyrus scroll. He took it out gently and read it:
I die poisoned by my brothers. I command you to avenge my death!
The massacre began that night.”
Like mad dogs, the sons of Constantine duke it out while, in their shadow, unnoticed, rises the last hope of pagan Rome, a boy named Julian, whom the posterity will call the Apostate.