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
I'M THE PRIEST GOD NEVER PAID
Posted on February 13, 2017 by SYLAS GILLESPIE
FIX, I DON'T SEE HOW WE'RE FIXING THIS?
Len's words replay over and over, through the pain. His panicked babble, his sobbing. They were both on their knees, facing each other and still with the scissors in his chest, Sylas just sat on his feet and stared at Len, his eyes hurting from his own tears. M..MAYBE I NEED TO PULL IT OUT, PUT IT IN HER HANDS? THEN...GET HELP? OR...I CAME IN AND STOPPED HER? THEN I...MAYBE I STABBED HER? He briefly looks over at the cold body, the mess he has made. Trying to process everything he was saying with what he was seeing, with what has happened and what was still to happen. It's all so much, he's practically overloading with information and sensation.
And then Sylas starts laughing.
It's slow at first, and then it builds gradually into a rhythmic, crazed fueled session. "Oh my God, it hurts so fucking more than I imagined it would!" He grimaces every time he laughs, one hand on his chest just below the wound. Eyes closed, still chuckling, "Stop being so fucking dramatic! Fucking pull it out you twat! I'M ALREADY FUCKING DEAD, WHY ARE YOU CRYING LIKE A BITCH?" Len wasn't usually like this off the stage (you know, a fucking drama queen), but who could blame him? One second they were living the dream of rockstars and then caught in the middle of murder. But he wasn't one to say much, you know. Sylas was basically the melodramatic king. "Oh God, it's in deep!" He looks down at his chest, like some late reaction to reality and he's huffing in shock and amazement. "There's a fucking pair of scissors in my chest!" He's laughing still, and still it hurts every time he moves.
No one could ever claim he was the sharpest tool in the shed, even with one just centimeters from his heart.
Then, there was the sound of the doorknob jiggling. Sylas looks at Len in horror. He whispers aggressively, "Fuck!" Through the noise and the walls, he hears that familiar, high-pitched voice of Jackson pleading to be let in. "Are you guys fucking or can I come in?" He says, and Sylas gives Len a look of reief. Even he was at a loss now, but maybe Jack could help sort this out? Vaguely he remembers him mentioning how they were officials in the police department, the hospitals, even the lawyers and everything one could imagine that were also supernatural. People who would help in situations like this. But then again Jackson liked to talk out of his ass."Fucking let the idiot in. Might as well."
Looking back down at his chest, he whimpers, "I'll just .. hang out here, wallowing in my fuck up some more." Running low on jokes, he looks up and is greeted by his shame laying before him and he can feel another cry session coming up. It builds in his gut, working its way up his throat and his expression turns sorrowful once more. Sylas gives in, but he sheds his tears more quietly than before. One who was such a slave to his emotions and impulses, he can only think of how much he has ruined their lives in the matter of minutes. All this hard work, burned instantly.
He done everything he could think of in this moment. As far as what to do next, he was content to just sit here and act like it was the end of the world. It might as well have been. He was giving up and in in typical Sylas fashion.
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- What's going on? - By Lennon Petrakis on February 14, 2017 at 1:06 AM