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

turn my world upside down


Posted on August 16, 2020 by Christian Walker
East

Drinking was a lot less fun by yourself but what else was there to do? Throwing his hand up, he motioned for another drink. At least this time, the bartender was smart enough to bring the whole damn bottle. Christian smirked as she set it deliberately on the table with a cheeky smirk and made her way back to the bar. He couldn't help the way his gaze roamed down to her perfectly shaped ass but there was nothing in it for him. Ugh, even his sex drive was starting to suffer. He needed to pull himself up out of this miserable hole he'd dug himself into and do something with his life. But what? The New Eden coven was probably still looking for him. Oh, who was he kidding? They likely knew exactly where he was. They were just biding their time. It wasn't like he left the city or even the fancy condo apartment he'd been living in since he came to Sacrosanct. It was like he'd drawn a red X exactly to where they would find him.

Yet they'd been silent for months now and it was starting to grate on his nerves. He was paranoid and spent most of his time drinking or fucking himself into oblivion, like he was a dying man with just days left to live. He'd already been through all their trials and life and death but it didn't feel like enough. He heard no one got out of the coven alive and as far as they were concerned, he was a traitor, so why wasn't he dead yet? He let the vampire get away, the most important sacrifice to their cause. He was the only survivor in the slaughter that killed everyone else in that branch. He should have been executed, but instead they just wanted to torture him in as many different ways as possible. Then it was radio silence. He almost liked the torture better. At least then he didn't have to guess at their intentions. His beard was getting untidy and he needed to trim it up but he was losing all motivation. He still did the basic hygiene things and of course, fed himself and even worked out like usual, but when it came to self care such as grooming himself to perfection every day and relaxing, all that was null and void.

Sighing, he downed another glass of whiskey and poured himself another, raising the glass to no one in particular before he downed it, too. The night was well set in and there was probably only another hour or so until the bar shut down, too. Then he'd be stumbling home to pass out and do it all over again tomorrow. Keith would be so proud. His jaw clenched as the love of his life's face flashed before his eyes. No, Keith would fucking hate him right now. He'd probably punch him upside the jaw and tell him to stop moping, to clean himself up and do something, anything. But Keith wasn't here anymore and that was all his fault. His hand shook as he poured himself another glass. Here's to another long night.


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