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

but the lense in my brain always tells me twisted lies


Posted on January 31, 2021 by Alistair Rosenthal
East


His species was so quickly becoming more of a nuisance than any gifted second chance at life. This was hardly the first time in which Alistair had found himself judged based on what he was. Dark Hunters, he'd come to realize, were near infamous for a blood thirsty desire to murder that rivaled only those of the undead. He had become used to those second weary glances he received from the other species as the boy tried to continue about his life as if it had never been turned upside down in the first place. He was used to the hesitance of some of those who'd once so effortlessly interacted with him - his barista at his favored coffee joint near his work, the security guard he used to exchange the cordial hello with. But never, at least to date, had a client so outwardly object to what he was when all Alistair desired was to showcase his artwork, get that final approval, and go home. The frenzied anxiety of the pandemic so often saw the boy stick to the four walls of his apartment rather than deal with the paranoia of society at large.

He watched as Richard wearily eyed the folder Alistair attempted to provide the vampire with, the Artist eventually tiring of holding it up enough to place it down on the table and flip the first page open. He was inattentive to the fellow Dark Hunter that sat a mere table away, their own species so quickly ignored if only because Alistair failed to find them a threat (beyond wounding his own ego). Richard, however, was hardly as willing to let the matter go. The vampire's voice rose an octave in loudness as he motioned towards the other Hunter, drawing Alistair's gaze towards the man. A fleeting glimpse of surprise crossed his features before Alistair quickly regained his composure, only to offer his client a soft sigh. "Really, Richard, I have no idea who he is." The Dark Hunter insisted, truly eying the fellow Hunter for the first time. He hadn't expected to stumble upon another of his kind. While his experiences with his fellow Hunters hadn't been...bad...per say, Alistair was becoming increasingly aware of just how amusing his 'coworkers' seemed to find his own...floundering at finding his footing in the Hunter lifestyle.

Alistair listened to that distinct English lit as his fellow Hunter commented dryly, the very remark enough to prompt Richard's gaze to narrow. "What are you doing here?!" The vampire demanded. Alistair rose to his feet, the artist attempting to sooth his client as he reached out for the vampire's arm. "Richard, please just sit down, we can go over your new logo and the changes you requested." The very sound of his voice caused the vampire to pivot in place, his teeth bared as an audible hiss left Richard's lips. That, Alistair knew, was never a good sign. Richard shoved him off of him, the emerald-eyed man stumbling but a mere few feet before regaining his balance. At the very least, he had gained some...control over his body's new capabilities to withstand the undead in comparison to his last encounter with vampires. The very last thing Alistair had expected was for every single patron upon the patio to suddenly stand to their feet, staring at the two Hunters with a sort of unyielding anger that seemed to persist within Richard. Somewhere, behind him and to his right, Alistair could hear the sound of clothes ripping as the Were shifted. Control. Richard had some sort of power to control and now, Alistair was left not only dealing with one vampire but two fae, a were, and a group of eight humans that would only find themselves badly injured if a clash should ensue. Great. Just great.

Alistair
Rosenthal

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