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.
It was nights like these where Boone just wanted to drink until the sun came up. He wanted to fuck someone well into the morning and then watch them leave. He was never one for sentiments, never one to cuddle after sex. Nothing about what he did was gentle or kind. It was all rough and very much with an attitude and a scowl. That was just who Boone was...at least now.
There was once a time when he hadn't been quite so agitated all the time. In fact, he had once been a nice sort of fellow, the kind you befriend and enjoy drinking in the company of. But his life had taken a drastic turn, as so many do, and Boone simply could not recover from his past. He was haunted by memories and visions. It made him crazy and made him wake from nightmares in cold sweats. Boone's life hadn't been easy or fair. Perhaps that's why he's here drinking tonight. What more did he have to live for?
As the woman speaks, asking if he always orders his drinks with cussing or if he's just having a bad evening. Her voice definitely catches his attention. He supposed it shouldn't surprise him to find an Irish woman in an Irish pub. He grumbled beneath his breath. "I'll order my drinks however I damn well please."
It's now that he turns his eyes to look at the woman who's interrupted his evening. She's a beautiful woman, tall with red locks that come easily midway down her back. Her eyes are the color of shamrocks. Her t-shirt hugs her curves in all the right places and he swore he was getting a stiffy. She was definitely blessed. Fuckable, yes.
The bar tender finally (after an eternity) handed him his pint of ale. He brought it to his lips, drinking it with several long gulps. He looked back at the man. "What sort of horse piss is this? You call this your best?" It tasted over fermented. Perhaps he was used to the better ales, the finer aged brews. The bartender just rolled his eyes and Boone did the same.
Taking another swig of whatever piss-ale this was, he could still feel eyes on him. He looked back to the woman. "What's your fuckin problem?" He knew he was sexy as hell, but damnit, did she really need to stare?