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 November 10, 2020 by Damon Marcello
East


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He never thought he would hate any moment spent with Isolt but this....he HATED this. He felt so helpless watching her with the child that should have been their miracle baby, their shared happiness. Instead, he had to watch Isolt's heart break right in front of his eyes knowing there was nothing he could do about it. He felt the urge to rip the heads off of every nurse in the room and in the same breath, to burn the hospital to the ground. He would burn the world if it brought Isolt any measure of happiness, but he knew it wouldn't. She yearned only to see this baby live and unfortunately, that didn't fall under his powers. He looked up into her brilliant blue eyes and smiled when she caressed his tear soaked cheek with her finger. He was trying to be strong for her. Then she started to speak to the baby and he listened, his very chest constricting so much that he thought it might collapse in upon itself.

"Her mother is breathtaking." He had to add in a whisper. Watching the baby wrap her fingers around Isolt was almost more than he could take. He had to look away for a moment to collect himself. Isolt finally took the child back into her own arms and leaned back against him. He let out a sigh of contentment, even though there was nothing content about this dreadful moment. He wrapped his arms around both of them, as if he could protect them all from the fate that awaited their daughter. Leaning his head back, Damon listened as Isolt whispered sweet nothings to the child, knowing she would give her own life in a heartbeat to save the innocent baby if she could. As the breaths started to get more shallow though, he leaned up a little, just enough to meet the baby's eyes. He didn't want her to feel pain or panic in these moments as she struggled to take a breath. "Sleep, sweet baby. No more pain, no more fear. Nothing but peace." And he felt his power take hold, seeing into the child through their eye contact.

When the breaths finally settled and all was quiet, Isolt leaned back and stared at the ceiling, finally letting the crimson tears flow. Damon held her even tighter, as if he could hold the ragged pieces of her heart together. He knew no words would bring her back or help so he kept his silence and just held her, letting her get it all out. He didn't care how long they laid there, as long as he was leaving with her. He would do whatever it took to put her back together after this, but he couldn't help the growing rage coiling in his stomach toward the witches and warlocks who did this to her.


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