East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

Red on the Water

Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone's throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flair befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city's most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

ALEXANDER; we are the sign, we are the wonder


Posted on July 19, 2016 by anastasia romanova
East

Anastasia Romanova
"It's right up ahead, ma'am."

No more than a nod is proffered up to the suited gentleman who pilots the Towncar within which she sits, the damsel herself instead choosing to take stock of the stone monoliths that bleed into and out of her periphery and ponder silently what had coaxed him to pluck this particular city from the plethora of options. Options that had, truthfully and realistically, surely dwindled to naught more than a meager handful given his advanced age. When your eyes had witnessed the dawn and death of a millennia, when you had conquered more of the world than many would ever see, perhaps choice no longer held baring upon the matter of your location and you simply existed. Regardless of the particulars, the Duchess was quite curious to explore whatever new habitat within which he had hollowed himself out a cozy little niche.

The Lincoln slides to a graceful halt, Anastasia making pointedly short work of handing the driver a neatly-folded bill in as discreet a manner as she was capable. Even after all this time, the enchange of money continued to be a matter of marked disdain for the fallen royal, the practice having never been an element of her formative years. Effortlessly does she glide from the vehicle, the click of her polished heels all that serves to usher her arrival as she traverses the threshold between cafe and streetside. A smile, artfully subtle, pinches the brims of her lips... this little nook was certainly to his tastes. She saunters the perimeter, jade eyes perusing the oddities, the trinkets, that adorned every spare portion of the cafe's walls; some she recognized, some she did not. How many of his patrons recognized these seemingly-obscure baubles for the priceless treasures that they really were? Not many, she would venture to guess.

"How may I help you?" The tinkling voice of the barista shatters the enchantment of her silent considerations, the aproned girl eyed for a long moment before any manner of response is offered. "I am here to see the owner," she lilts, the thickness of her Russian accent diluted somewhat over the years and yet, it punctuates the words that roll from her tongue in the most alluring way. Momentarily does the barista fumble with the request, surely not one she receives with any regularity and yet... the statement itself is merely a formality meant solely for the benefit of this employee, for she knows without the barest shred of doubt where to find the man she seeks. It is innate knowledge, a gift of sorts from the very person she has come to see. And so, without another syllable proffered to the youthful woman behind the counter, Anastasia simply and effortlessly makes her way towards the private quarters of the establishment.

Without pause does she locate the door to his office, sensing him in the space beyond as any supernatural being is capable of sensing their creator. Slowly is her entrance, the swish of her 1920s style dress the only sound to be heard for a time before her eyes fall upon him, as familiar to her now as he had been when she had seen him last more than a decade prior, an angelically dazzling simper blossoming upon her lips before a single word passes into the ether betwixt them. "Alex..."

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