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

Just another Night to Kill (Morrigan)


Posted on December 20, 2016 by Troy Marks
East

It's easy to get caught up in a city like Sacrosanct. I came here for adventure, or rather, because I was called by the Council to investigate the splurge of surpernatural activity. You name it and it lives here. Witches, vampires, Were's, fairies, the works. There's covens and packs and monarchies and everyone's got their hand in the cookie jar of investment. I guess that's what you do when you live long enough. You invest in things. Pretty much every business in the East side is run by a local vampire or WereTiger just looking for some semblence of normal around the every day draining of humans and hunting under the full moon. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's quite the dramatic life style. As long as you play your cards right.

I'm the consequence when you don't. Even now I've got a stake, a gun, and a knife on my person, all with their own set of powers or poisons equipped to do one thing, defend and put to sleep...permanently. I don't just hunt like the dark hunters do. It's not my natural calling or anything so lame as that. No, I hunt because it's the family business, you could say. My father was a hunter and my mother until a vampire decided to drain her right in front of me when I was twelve years old. My father taught me and my brother how to hunt the things that go bump in the night so we would never live in fear of the world around us.

Then he left us and my brother left me a few years after, right when I thought I was never going to know abandon again. I thought we had each other's backs and he proved me wrong by drugging me and leaving me in the dead in the night. Suddenly I had to learn how to hunt alone, how to watch my own back. But I managed it and now I'm stronger for it. I've got lifetimes of experience to put behind my belt.

I was just planning on grabbing a quick bite to eat but of course the night wasn't meant to be so plain. I pay for my cheeseburger as I wipe my mouth and walk toward the door, only to catapulted back by some thug in a black hoodie with extraordinary strength. I'm thrown on my back but not for long, rolling back to my feet as I stand and watc the man pull out a gun and hold it to the cashier's head. Really? What supernatural in their right mind would fall so low as petty theft from a diner of all things?

I scowl in thought as the guy swings the barrel of the gun around, aiming at everyone until they're either trembling on the floor or crouching behind cover. I snort and move to sit in a booth. The guy yells at me to get down and I chuckle. He asks what's so funny. "You gonna make me?" The question is asked from the other side of him and he snaps his head around, only to stare dumbfounded at the sudden clone of me standing right next to him with an amused smirk. "With what army?" Another voice asks, this time coming from the other side of the counter, another clone standing next to the cashier herself. She promptly faints which at least means the thug is now left to point his gun between the three sets of, well, me as I watch in continued amusement. I bet the people here are really getting a show tonight.

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