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 October 03, 2016 by anastasia romanova
East

Anastasia Romanova
The Russian Duchess offers no explanation of her intent to render aide to the stranger before her, for truly even she knows not why it is that she does so. It had been obvious even before she had laid eyes upon him in the burlesque that she would hardly be wont to fulfill the wishes of this supposed Council and apprehend the gentleman they sought with such persistent fervor. It had been an errand doomed to failure even before the obscure Council representative had approached her, merely a passing and curious whimsy dictating that she had agreed to attempt it at all. It was not in Anastasia's nature, after all, to oblige and fulfill the wishes of others, a not inconsiderable measure of selfish pride having survived (and, admittedly, flourished in) the passing of the last century. Alas, all she finds herself willing to proffer to him now are but a few words rife with cryptic nuance. "Perhaps because you expected me not to."

The redheaded damsel stands aside, oddly confident that her impromptu companion would find himself either too curious or too harried by the demands of the fugitive existance to resist the draw of what she proposed. Satisfication tickles at her insides, though it dared not proclaim itself upon her features, as William ushers her with marked chivalry into their chariot. "Where to, Miss?" The voice of their driver is soft, inquisitive and unassuming. "The Inner Sanctum... quickly," she commands in a practiced and even tone, having no desire to cross paths with any wayward Council member intent upon "checking up" on Anastasia and her supposed quarry.

"I shall tell you my name if you give your word that you'll stop calling me your captor, it presses at my patience," she quips with a noted sigh, though she fails to meet the wandering eyes of her compatriot. "Anastasia," she offers after a long, drawing pause. Purposely does she neglect her surname, having found in no considerable amount of time that the Romanovs were still very much notable public figures even after decades separated their demise from the present day. And, if William was who Anastasia suspected him to be, he had lived through the catastrophe of her family's slaughter and her subsequent rise to infamy as The Lost Duchess, the last royal of Imperial Russia. Too many questions, too much curiosity for the present situation to support.

The towncar slides to an easy halt before the Inner Sanctum's alluring storefront, the Russian maiden extracting herself from the automobile and sashaying for the door with naught more than a sidelong glance to ensure that William follows. It is an easy and confident journey to traverse the bustling lounge and find the duo upon the doorstep to Alexander's private quarters, her creator's staff having already learned that this particular woman was not to be questioned or halted. "Wait here a moment," instructs the Duchess, holding a delicate hand up to halt her companion just outside the office entrance as she gently coaxes the door ajar. "Alex," she whispers softly, a lilt reserved solely for her maker, to draw his attention from the items he scrutinizes. "I... I have someone I would like you to meet." It is an oddity of circumstance that Anastasia falters, her customary demeanor dictating that such a hiccup ought never to occur. "Sovet khotel by imet' yego, chtoby kontrolirovat' yego." The Council wishes to have him, to control him. Her mother tongue slides as silk into the space that separates father from child, but a small comfort to an admittedly peculiar situation. "William," she summons, coaxing the vagabond into her master's den. "William, this is Alexander. Alexander... meet Jack the Ripper."

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