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

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Posted on September 25, 2016 by anastasia romanova
East

Anastasia Romanova
"I did," she answers curtly, hardly finding it necessary to spin an impromptu tapestry of lies about a situation that had already been revealed with perfect, unquestioning clarity. Anastasia had, after all, accepted the errand of Sacrosanct's Council as a means to test them as surely as they had sought to test her. Though she was finding as the minutes ticked by that their objectives were wanting on more levels than solely one, their continued and failed efforts to acquire a single wayward Englishman a rather embarrassing blemish upon the face of this organization. The redheaded vixen hoped with ardent fervor that her Maker had not bent himself to the wills of what was seeming more and more akin to a sham rather than any legitimate gathering of their kind. She had the greatest faith that Alexander would have had little trouble in spying the sniveling puppeteers through their tangle of strings.

"I hardly doubt that they will stop at all, seeing as they've proven they're quite intent on having you as their own," she quips. "However, if you allow me to assist you you'll be better equipped to handle them when they do come. A sheepdog will not long chase the wolf when he turns on them, yes?" It is a peculiar phrase, one pilfered from the dust-caked archives of a childhood that had come and gone so very long ago; however, it had served the wayward Duchess well on more than a single occasion. And so she employs it now, though even as she speaks the axiom Anastasia finds herself questioning why she remains so persistent in her venture to aid the man before her. Had she somehow, somewhere developed a proverbial soft spot in her heart for the underdogs? The rebels without cause? In its very theory this notion clashed harshly with every ounce of who she was and had always been. But even still...

The arc of a perfectly-manicured brow pitches skyward at the brush of his lips against her hand, his proposed delay an admittedly irksome thing as the sun retreats still further with the advance of the evening sky. Anastasia did not relish the idea of exposing her greatest (and perhaps only) weakness to this perfect stranger, though the choice would soon be made in her stead should she fail to usher him onwards in a more timely fashion. And so does a beautiful, alluring simper curl unto her painted lips as she leans in, the delicate evening zephyr teasing at the scrumptious notes of her perfume. "You shall have the lady's name," she coos softly. "But only after you come with me." Like clockwork does a sleek, glistening black sedan glide to a stop at the curb behind them; the Grand Duchess moves to allow this handsome stranger access to the vehicle or, should he so choose, a plethora of escape routes. He had, after all, proclaimed himself to be a runner.

The choice was only his to make.

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