The news of a new King travelled faster than the news that Azazel was not only defeated but he had died in battle. People were also gossiping about the disappearance of the castle on the hill. Nobody knew what happened, and Hubris refused to indulge them.
There were way less people mourning and more people celebrating. The whole city was out on the streets, the festive mood wouldn't die down for a couple of weeks. Jobs were tossed aside, more hounds travelled to Halo, to see with their own eyes the rightful heir.
Halo City was widely known as the Rebel city. Not one being there was mourning the death of their dead king, mead was made in record time. As the celebrations continued. There was suddenly more meat than the city usually had.
Young and old, it didn't matter. Everyone was out of their houses, in celebration of their newfound liberation. The soldiers who went to war, were treated with much respect. They would no longer be looked at as normal citizens.
