[h3]Krona[/h3][indent]In some parts of Hevas, the death cry of Aroesus still reverberated, and took root in the halls of Krona. For the first time in the memory of the beings of Hevas, Krona knew dust and Krona knew smudges and Krona knew cracks in the still-magnificent-but-formerly-perfect facade. The hushed voices, the scurrying demeanor of the courtiers, the worry on their faces all spoke of what had happened and the imminent changes yet to come, the consequences. 

And yet, for the moment, Krona held. Not as strongly when Aroesus ruled in person and in later times, it seemed as if the place was cast over with the pall of its ruler's suspicions and rages. 

These were all the minor functionaries and court flunkies -- some of them were favorites of the demi-deity Lyrikes, raised only on the merit of Aroesus' own lust for the boy. These showed a particular erosion as there was little Pantheon support for such things, and perhaps as a reflection on how unmissed Lyrikes, who had some members in good standing imprisoned in Sharzunates on a suggestion to his patron, would be.

But Krona stood. Whether or not it would continue to stand was dependent on several outcomes. [/indent][h3]Caesilinus[/h3][indent]Caesilinus was a different story from the place it was built to reflect, albeit imperfectly, as interpreted through the hands of the mortals that were guided through their connection to and inspiration by Aroesus. 

Caesilinus burned.

For the last weeks, since the death cry of the King of Gods reverberated through dreams, causing people to wake up screaming and others to drown the voice in their heads with wine and other things more potent, the city had deteriorated; homicide, suicide, matricide, patricide, all sorts of killing. Then there was the debauchery, much of it apparently inspired by the release of Aroesus' essence upon death; a bit of it burned itself out in the frenzied perversions of Caesilinus' denizens.

That included the army. The gates lay open, the people lay insensate, and the city itself was aflame, with too few people bothering to put out the fires. The only buildings definitively spared were the small temples devoted to other deities, never terribly popular in Caesilinus, which was the city of Aroesus, the First City of Men, and these were refuge for an equally small number of devotees to other deities, which was a paltry enough number in the center of Aroesus' mortal powerbase, not that he really needed mortal power.

And while Caesilinus ate, drank, fucked and burned to death, armies gathered to take it, for even in this state, it was still a prize...[/indent]