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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower
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.
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.
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
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
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.
Everything in Sacrosanct was closed. It was a particularly unusual state of the city, this isolation turning the bustling town into something near apocalyptic with the utter absence of...well...everyone. It was unusual to see the sidewalks empty, the numerous darkened storefronts only further adding to the ominous aura and yet...in spite of all of this, Tetradore absolutely relished in the desolation. The sound of his engine roared as he pressed the sleek ebony Bugatti ever faster down those usually lively streets - the Alpha all but tearing through the empty Western roads. His gaze deviated from the asphalt in front of him only to glance at the horizon in his rearview mirror. It still prompted a tinge of emotion within the man - the absence of the Ark's looming facade on the very oceanfront he'd only just come from. The docks themselves had become eerily quiet in the wake of the city-wide shutdown - a majority of Tetradore's own fleet restricted to the docks with that waning international trade. It was, however, a single shipment of medical supplies that had dragged the Were-King back to the west from the comfort of his sibling's Northern mansion. The sheer importance of the cargo required careful oversight as it was offloaded and put upon awaiting trucks. The last thing he anticipated, as he watched shipping container after container lifted from the large ship, was news from the black market finally coming to light.
Though Sacrosanct had officially come to a standstill (much like Tetradore's own life), the underbelly of the town was still very much alive. Those seedy back doors had certainly shifted in some ways, drawing in less of a crowd or providing their own version of at home deliveries for their substances and yet...it was the unfortunate lock down of the world as a whole that had finally provoked that illicit reptilian show to come to an abrupt hault. How long he had been waiting for that - that word placed through the grapevine well over a year ago and yet, like most things, any under the table dealings required a great deal of patience and equal amounts of finesse. It was that knowledge of where those unfortunate creatures were that brought Tetradore away from the dockyard and into the Western part of town, his Bugatti unfortunately forced to slow as he raced towards his destination. His engine rumbled beneath his hands as it came to a stop on the quiet streets in front of the Bakery, the rare Bugatti still prompting curious looks anytime he took it out. Even so, the Alpha all but ignored those awed stares as he finally cut the engine to silence and stepped out onto the darkening sidewalk.
Tetradore entirely ignored the 'closed' sign hanging on the front door - the very sight of Taliah settled in front of the window the only thing required to prompt the Alpha's invasion as he strode up towards the door. He stepped into the bakery, the man pausing only once over the threshold as the delectable scent of freshly made bread slammed into him. His head tilted upwards ever so slightly, the were-feline clearly sniffing the air. It might be...nice....to return to Dorian's home with some of that...perhaps, if tonight panned out well, he might earn himself more than a loaf or two. The vibrancy of his emerald eyes turned towards the young woman, noting her stained pants in his brief observation of her.
My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there
so if you love me let me go
Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know