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

and I couldn't stand the person inside me


Posted on September 16, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
East

There were very few beneficial traits in which Tetradore might have attributed to his own being. The were-creature strove for kindness, for loyalty, for honor, and yet, he was hardly jaded enough to believe he might have been the epitome of such gentleness when he was anything such. He was rough and rugged at the edges, promoting violence, disorder, chaos and ruthlessness in the same stroke he might so display any such gentleness. He was but two stark sides to the same coin and able to so easily shift from that light the young vampire so viewed him to be to the darkness that so threatened to engulf her. He was, at the heart, aware of the depravity that so ran rampant through his own form - it was a measure of debauchery he so strove to protect the youthful vampire within his arms in the same fashion he'd found himself so feebly striving for the day she'd walked into the very bar he'd inhabited and her fate was so dreadfully sealed to be forever more tainted. Still - they had, at last, with this final stroke, found themselves free of the wretchedness that had so been shackled to them. It was a precarious breath of fresh air, one in which Tetradore hardly believed could truly last long if only because he could scarce imagine a world with such image of perfection as this continuing.

Those years lost to her, his vampire mistress, so stretched out before him. They had occupied so much of his thoughts in those hours that had passed been her death to the moment he stood here with Isolt so clinging to his arms. The demure vampire was, he was minutely aware of, hardly oblivious to his own plight, much less those dark twists and turns that so inhabited his very dwellings. It was her own actions that so drew him from such inner turmoil, his attention shifted downwards towards her frame as she stepped hesitantly away from his own figure. Although he knew much of her species from his prolonged stay in servitude, he had never considered how agreeable his body might have felt against hers wholly for the warmth that so seemed to radiate from his very skin. Their kind, it would seem, were entirely meant to coexist. Everything her figure lacked, he had in overabundance. It would have been fitting, had he be aware of it.

As it was, the were-King was entirely ignorant to those sensations that plagued her pale flesh, instead aware only of the fashion in which her gaze so enigmatically held his own vibrantly hued irises. There was a look mirrored within the pale blue of her own gaze, one in which he had never seen before upon her delicate features and slowly, his eyebrows furrowed with a measure of worry. The sound of his name upon her lips and the fashion in which her voice so trailed off hardly helped to settle this growing concern. Briefly, Tetradore stepped closer towards her, his head reaching up to so delicately caress the woman's porcelain cheek. "Isolt - whatever it is, you can tell me." He had hardly considered the intensity of the words she might have so bestowed upon him in that moment, the man but assured that there was some sort of request upon her tongue that she might have felt guilt voicing. Was she afraid still? Did she wish for his lingered presence? Or perhaps worse, she wished to never seen him again if only for the memories that his face alone might inflict upon her. Whatever it was, however, Tetradore remained at her side, waiting with unfathomable patience, his gaze wholly set upon her alone.
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