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

i'll wash my hands of these bloody prints


Posted on September 03, 2016 by WILLIAM HOLLOWAY
East

The Ripper


William Jack Holloway



It had been the term 'peasant' that had drawn the man's attention to the peculiar fae that seemed so confused by the traffic light he had activated only a moment before. It was such an unconventional question that it had thrown off the Hunter to begin with. Who the hell didn't know how to operate a crosswalk? And perhaps he would have opened his mouth to make him understand if that word had not slipped through his lips. It was a word he'd certainly not been called before - save for a few times in jest by Sebastian - and the shock of the term's use was enough to completely distract him from the question at hand. It was one thing to be addressed it at all. His Royal title had prevented that from happening in his human days. But the use of the term in the modern world was an entirely different story. Still, it didn't stop the hunter from correcting the faerie. He was pleased, momentarily at least, that the faerie man seemed to light up at the very idea of his title.

Or at least, he was pleased until his gaze fell on the two identical puncture wounds on the neck of the faerie. He knew, without a doubt, the marks were from a vampire, and the instinctive need to protect this man was what had the words spilling from his lips on whether or not he had been attacked. He had anticipated that his meaning would be obvious, and yet the faerie seemed remarkably confused by the entirety of the question. Will couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips at the words that he spoke, the man shaking his head. "No... I..." He started, the man reaching up to run a hand through his dark locks as he tried to calm the urge to laugh out loud in the man's face - what a rude exclamation that would be.

He had just about regained his composure when the faerie spoke once more, this time an attack on the dark hued fabrics that adorned Will's own frame. This time, William couldn't hold back the laughter that racked his body. The tall Hunter leaned forward, his hands coming to rest upon his knees as he doubled over with laughter. It was such a ridiculous insult that he couldn't possibly be offended. "I'm honored that you noticed my eyes," He teased once he regained his composure, his eyes going once more to the bites that adorned his neck. "However, I was referring to the marks on your neck. Vampire bites, are they not? Did a vampire attack you, or were you a more willing participant? I have heard... though I must admit I do not understand... that some actually enjoy the experience." Will, however, could say that he'd only been drank from once: the day he had died. He could still so easily remember the terror of not understanding what had happened to him, of what the child actually was. There was horror in realizing that he had not had control of his body, and that there was nothing that he could do to protect himself. Or John. Or Sebastian. God, Sebastian. The events that had caused him to become what he was had created the distaste for vampires, and as such he could never, ever understand why anyone didn't want to slaughter vampires on sight. "If you were attacked, I could help you with that."

It was all he said on the matter, however, instead returning to the introduction he'd been so cut off in giving.

"William. Duke of Devonshire," He couldn't help the flash of a smile that appeared on his features at the title he hadn't used in so long. It seemed that being called peasant would bring that out in him. "Everyone, however, calls me Will." His hand extended out to the man, the Hunter entirely warm to anyone who wasn't a vampire.

But darling -- it's only human nature.



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