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

fading into oblivion


Posted on June 22, 2014 by serafina dubois
East

for the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey
her speech is smoother than oil
but in the end she is bitter as wormwood
sharp as a two-edged sword
her feet go down to death
her steps follow the path to Sheol

- PROVERBS 5:3-5;;
The young witch sat at the register of their small shop, a ebony bound book open in front of her. The pages had turned a slight hue of yellow with age, the words and pictures scrawled in some cursive hand writing rather then printed in a neat monospaced font. Carefully she flipped each page, her eyes gracing over the titles and the spells there within. The woman who had given it to her had no notion of it's value. Quite frankly, it was her loss. She'd come wandering into Serafina's dingy little store with the book under her arm, desperate for a potion with the novel in trade of payment. She had no money to give but she hoped that this family heirloom would have been satisfactory and oh how it had been...or rather, oh how Serafina hoped it would be. It was still entirely possible that she had been played the fool instead but she'd seen enough spell books to be able to spot the differences between the legit and the counterfeit. Oh so she felt. Besides, she'd never got her hands on anything with magic like this. Black magic they called it. Devil workings they'd whisper and oh how she loved the prospect of it, especially because it was something that her mentor knew nothing about.

She had been so enthused by this newest find that she didn't hear the small ringing of the bell attached to the door. In fact, Serafina was entirely enthused by the spell printed out upon the page in front of her that she was oblivious to the young girl's presence until her voice called out behind the shelves. Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced up, closing the book she was reading with a small thud and tucking it under the counter top. She didn't want anyone else to find the book lest they steal it from her, something any friend of her mentor surely would do. "Yes?" Serafina inquired, slowly sliding off her stool. She maneuvered effortlessly around the store she spent so much of her time within. She paused as rounded the shelf, eying the dirty blonde in front of her. It was peculiar to find a young girl here - or rather a young girl who wasn't looking for some love potion. Some part of her knew this woman hardly came here for something so trifle. She doubted very much the girl had any difficulty in the romance department.

"Is there something you're looking for?" Serafina inquired, leaning upon the shelf beside her. "It can certainly be overwhelming, we have many...oddities in our stock. I'd be happy to point you to something in particular." It bothered her, the lack of organization within the store but he insisted on it under the belief that the artifacts chose where they went. Frankly, Serafina liked a little bit more organization, evident in the herbs in large labeled canisters that lined the shelf behind the register. It was the only area she was allowed to really have any control over. It was clearly a stark difference between herself and her mentor. She'd had to help many a customer in the past find something. It was difficult if only because she too swore that things kept changing places.

serafina dubois


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