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

City Creek Center

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.

Dark Hunter Department

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.

Inner Sanctum

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

Red on the Water

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

Starlight Tower

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.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

i've been believing in something so distant


Posted on December 12, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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There had never been a time in the relatively brief skit that had served as her human life when Isolt could have admitted to enjoying the thrill of being in a crowd. And, it would seem, death had made her no fonder of being awash in the mulling mass... but one morsel in a veritable buffet of flesh. It is this aversion that has her avoid the large shops now entirely clogged by the influx of holiday traffic that, with each passing day, grows ever more desperate in favor of a smaller, local purveyor of just the things she would require. It had taken some measure of talent on behalf of the redheaded vampire to convince her favored companion to allow her creative control of his holiday decor, yet when it had all been said and done he had acquiesced.

In truth, Isolt very well could have adorned her own residence with whatever shimmering displays of festive accoutrement she could pillage from the local discount shops... but the simple notion of decorating without Harley there to roll her eyes and insist, loudly and often, that they just "put the fucking tree up and be done with it" seemed disingenuous to the tradition that they, together, had succeeded in keeping alive. Until now, that is. The recollection itself is a burr nestled sadistically into the still chasm of her chest, something she wishes to forget and yet, somehow, clings to with a desperation that is agonizing to every portion of her soul. The invisible threads of a frown pull at the supple features of the infant vampire as she exits the store, both arms burdened with paper bags strained at the very seams by the heft they bear.

Mercifully Isolt's frown dissolves the moment her eyes fall upon that all-too-familiar figure, lounging into the leather embrace of his vehicle as if there existed within him not a care for anything. A simper, bereft the true elation she does, indeed, possess and glistening despite her recent traipsing down the dark avenue of memory kisses the brims of her ruby lips as Isolt draws ever nearer to the idling car. The details of their last outing together certainly weighed upon Isolt's mind just as insistently as it lingered within the mental periphery of Damon's. He had kissed her with a tenderness that she had not, until that precious moment, believed him to possess. The questions bred by this hardly simplistic gesture echoed within her still, and yet the young woman found herself far too demure to mention it even to quail the curiosities that burned with such vehemence. Far too modest to believe he might very well wish to kiss her again.

Gracefully the fledgling vampire deposits the festive arrangements she has gathered and moves to the car's waiting passenger seat. "I think you're really going to like what-," she gives pause, the words pilfered from betwixt plush lips by the small box innocently set against the cool leather of her seat. For a drawing moment she can do naught but simply consider the velveteen vessel. Then, with understated grace Isolt slides into the luscious cup of the seat, the jewelry box scooped up and held carefully within her elevated palm. "Damon," she whispers carefully, "what is this?"


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