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

she'll turn a knife into your back then she's calling you baby


Posted on July 10, 2014 by Alekai
East
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The manner by which she moves to sidestep him, in conjunction with her derisive snort and snappy words earn her little more than an eye roll from the golden-eyed man as he moves to mutter beneath his breath at what he believes in nothing more than an arrogant rookie of a woman with an attitude problem. He is oblivious, to some extent perhaps, to his own less than friendly demeanour that man having long shielded himself behind that frosty exterior that it has simply become second nature to warn people away, to prevent anyone from ever getting to close. It is better, he has learned, to simply remain unattached- one night stands having become the limit of his interaction with women. Female hunters, after all, were rare and truly he is beginning to understand why. Idiotic creatures that they are, the girl continuing to blabber on in typical woman style as he merely wanders back towards the kitchen in search of a little fuel for his fire. Maybe she liked leaving a mess, but Azrael perhaps has a little to much pride for such things, content to leave the scene of the crime and himself- as traceless as possible. Some supernatural's after all, tend to be a little...vengeful and it is far better if they cannot connect him to any supposed crime. He moved to rifle through the contents of the nearest cupboard, the barest hint of a simper tracing his handsome features as he found what he was looking, reaching for the bottle as Caprice did something no-doubt time wasting behind him. He payed little attention to the woman as she moved to wander into the kitchen, turning the bottle over in his hands, golden eyes briefly scanning the label as he became more intently aware of her presence.....and her sudden proximity to him, freezing in place as her slender form lingered far closer than he had anticipated, turning to face her when a single finger was pressed against the muscle of his back, at the base of his left shoulder blade, the muscle flinching automatically as she pressed against the single wound he had earned himself in his brief struggle with the Werepanther, a hiss of sorts caught within his throat as he moved to jerk his shoulder away from her. Did it hurt?

"Maybe."

It was a simple answer, a flat one, yet one cleverly crafted to sidestep his own unique weakness....his utter inability to lie, the man refusing her the satisfaction of...whatever it was she seemed so satisfied about though his use of a half-truth of sorts, his usual grumpy exterior clearly displayed tonight as he moved back towards the body, upending the Vodka over it before reaching into his jeans pocket for the lighter he always carried, what remained of the man exploding into flame as the blonde paused to lean back against the doorway, seemingly content in his little bonfire as Caprice prattled on. He paused only long enough to lift the bottle to his own lips, content to finish what remained before offering another snort towards the woman. Maybe she was....pretty, but she was also something of a bitch, he's decided, one he already dislikes. She worked alone did she?

"Well that makes two of us, as it is however, I'm rather inclined to believe your track record must be astounding since you didn't even manage to kill this one alone, your knife also missed me- if you were half decent it wouldn't have."

His shoulders roll in a shrug, tousled blonde hair falling into his eyes as he continues to recline, a smirk of sorts lingering upon his youthful features before Caprice seems to become...alert once more, fingers lifting to her lips in some apparent effort to silence him, Az doing little more then offering her a glare of sorts. She moves to slink out and into the hall way, the young man content to continue his clean up, leaving her to skulk about like some sort of ridiculous ninja. He extended his Hunter senses all the same, keeping track of the woman all the same as he continued to work. Maybe if he got lucky she'd just leave, wander off, fall down a fucking elevator shaft for all he cared, the thought bringing a brief grin to his lips before the utter silence seemed to ignite his own instincts along with the faint feeling of static against his skin that so often indicated the presence of a Were. He stood quietly now, his own from tense and alert, moving to lift his hood upward and cover that wealth of blonde hair that even the shadows seemed unable to darken, pressing back into the wall as he moved to slide along and towards the hall, peering down and toward the room Caprice had entered, the Italian woman sounding almost as if she spoke to....a child?

His curiosity however, was short lived, the shape of another man seeming to detach itself from the darkness, heading straight for the doorway in which Caprice and the child stood, his own senses exploding now, that static racing though his very veins as the large Were-man backed away, dodging what must have been an attack from within. It is perhaps a perk of his ability for speed that sees the blonde unless a barrage of throwing knives, his ability allowing for rapid assault in this manner, knife after knife hurled in rapid succession, all but one slamming within the side of the Were, the man managing something of a shrieking roar, turning to face this unseen threat before Azrael simply releases another burst of speed, slamming into the Were merely a second later, both men tumbling to the ground in a rather violent fist fight.

"Caprice! Little help?!"

The other man is significantly larger, the throwing knives merely seeming to have slowed him, though not nearly as much as Azrael would have liked, a firm hand gripping his shoulder, the young man nearly hurled across the room, winded slightly as he is thrown into the wall, dodging another impressive punch only to launch himself right back at the struggling man who seemed to be attempting to shift. Azrael's own hand grasped frantically for the Saxe knife at his belt, rolling out from beneath his assailant, slamming the knife into the man's thigh, another roar of outrage piercing the air- this assault however, has momentarily halted his shift as Azrael struggles to keep him down.

"What, are you having a fucking tea party over there?! Kill him already!"

His free hand fumbles for the sword at his back, managing to unsheathe it, tossing it across the room until is skids to a halt at the woman's feet and beside the small girl whom Azrael has yet to truly notice. Beheading a Were, after all, was by far the easiest way to kill, yet hardly possible for him to do as he struggles to pin the man down again, earning a blow to the ribs for his trouble, a slight grunt of pain forced from his lips- his strength thrown once more against there Were, pinning him in place- though for how long could hardly be said.

"I also think it's a little too-"

Another groan is forced from his lips, struggling still to hold the Were down, the mans hands reaching for the Hunters throat, fingernails scrapping at the skin of his neck before Azrael managed to force his arms down, sweat streaking his features now.

"-early in our relationship to be adopting a goddamn child together! Leave it and help me!"

Well- at least he's noticed the girl. Women. All they ever wanted was babies. They are so easily distracted. This is why women never make good Hunters.





Alekai Azrael Evero
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