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

My own Form of CHAOS


Posted on June 22, 2020 by Damon Marcello
East


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The sounds of their newborn baby screaming was like music to Damon's ears, and it wasn't the same feeling he got when hearing the screams of his victims when he was on the hunt and feeling blood thirsty. No, this was a whole new kind of sensation that skirted up his spine and made him feel all tingly inside. He was mesmerized by the baby's every movement and gurgle. Everything about her was beautiful and his arms ached to hold her. His protective instincts were starting to kick in and he already found himself eying the doctor and nurses more glaringly, daring them to make one wrong move and he'd start breaking necks and taking hearts. Only the touch of Isolt's hand was enough to steady him and and he forced himself to draw in a heavy breath, hoping to calm his racing thoughts.

He pulled his gaze away from the awe inspiring sight only to look upon his exhausted wife. She couldn't stop smiling but he could see how tired she was and if he had a heart, it would be breaking. He let his fingers caress her cheek but wasn't even sure she could feel it, all her attention seemingly on the baby. As the nurses huddled around the crying infant, Damon felt the tension rising in the room and his instincts went on high alert. He started glaring at the huddle of people, wanting to see his child and yet they stood as high as a wall, separating him from the most important thing in the room at this moment. As Isolt started to get restless, it only added fuel to his own impatience and he found his fangs elongating, his jaw so stiff that he tasted blood as his fangs pierced his own bottom lip.

Isolt's voice was soft at first, barely a whisper, but Damon heard it plain as day. His gaze swung to the doctor she was addressing and his own rising anger quickly pinpointed on the target his wife had so graciously given him. A growl emanated from his throat even as her own voice rose and by the time she was screaming the woman's name, Damon was already standing in front of the table, his fangs on full display as he snarled at every doctor and nurse present. Her question threw him off guard, cause he was thinking the nurses were the problem with the way she was screaming earlier. So there was something wrong with the baby? His gaze softened a little, confusion entering his expression as he looked at the doctor now, his lips slowly pulling down over his fangs as he waited for her response.


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