It was a trip she had been putting off for longer than she was happy with. Balance knew already that Hedylogos was dead, could sense it... could feel it. It was an ache in her bones and her core, telling Natural Order that the natural order had been broken. Hedylogos was not a brother by blood, but he was brother all the same. Adopted by her mother, grown up and was educated in the same home as she was in his youth, and called the same people sibling that she called sibling.
At least this sibling she didn't have to resent on the grounds that her mother's rampant slutting had brought him about. He or Pothos, and something was definitely wrong with Pothos too. Not dead, but wrong. Love, as far as the greater balance went, was teetering on the low side.
Anteros had been helpful, but not nearly helpful enough. There was a degree of knowledge that was gained by hearing someone talk about something and then there was the knowledge that was seeing it up close and personal. The latter of course, being what brought Harmonia to Hedylogos' French Chateau. She had to know... had to see.
But seeing was sometimes not always best. Harmonia was horrified at the scent of charred remains, the nauseating smell of burnt flesh. Human flesh. "Hello?" Harmonia called with a degree of reluctance. Was anyone still alive, moreover, was anyone who had done the harming still around? Given the time that had passed, she assumed and really hoped not.
Really, really hoped not.
"Hello?" There were doors broken off their hinges and burnt. Burnt. Only Phlegethon's flames could have done this damage. "Pothos.... Mother..." It was stupid to ask on Aphrodite. Obviously she wasn't there. It was more the hope that it would placate anyone still wandering the chateau halls that she meant no harm.
Stepping over refuse and remains, she moved into a room and saw one goddess she knew and one she did not. "My Lady Isis..."