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.
Another brilliant fucking day in Sacrosanct. Why he still lived here was a mystery. Why he didn't fucking get his wings surgically removed was another question entirely. Boone hated being a fairy. He hated his wings. He hated Sacrosanct. And perhaps most of all, he hated life...unless big breasts and a slim body was involved.
Boone liked to think that almost everyone was fuckable if the lights were off. While his preference was a big ass, big tits, and a slim waist, he really wouldn't turn anyone away unless they were large enough to suffocate him if they were on top. Hell, he'd even take a dick, he wasn't really picky.
On the agenda tonight was a night at the bar with a lot of drinking involved. Perhaps, if he didn't find anyone interesting, he'd head over to the club. Or hell, if he did find someone interesting but wanted to prolong the experience (they had to be something spectacular to hold his interest more than an hour), then he might invite them to the club as well. Some booze, some dancing, maybe some hot sex, sounded like a good night to him. Though really, a good night of getting shit-faced was more than enough for him. Anything else was simply bonus.
Boone never really dressed up. He didn't feel the need to and tonight was no different. He wore a pair of tight-fitting black jeans, white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. He really looked like a modern day Fonz from Grease. He looked fucking hot with his well-built body and scruff. His accent made the outfit.
Boone decided that night, he'd go to the little Irish Pub they called Red on the Water. He never understood why since Ireland (and Scotland) was known for their greens, not reds. But he said nothing. He waved off the bouncer who tried to tell him that it was too full for him. He handed the man a $100 and told him fuck off before he entered the establishment anyway.
Eyes scanned the crowd for anyone he could fight or fuck, either would do. He saw the pool table and watched as some idiot lost his game by hitting the eight ball into the wrong pocket. Some people just cannot appreciate the skills of a pool player.
Sliding into the bar seat, he looked up at the bar tender. "I'll fuckin have your best ale." His Scottish accent was think and made many turn their heads. He rolled his eyes. He could drink wherever he damn well pleased.