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.
Over and over the coin flipped, its bronze faces glinting in the light as it rolled between his fingers. It was monotonous and rhythmical with the occasional timely chink as its metallic body hit the ring upon Voraer's fourth finger. In the corner of the busy little café, a wood-burning fire sat guiltily breathing smoke into the dim room. A waitress rushed over to tend to the struggling fire and the black eyes of the vampire ,Voraer, followed her. The front door opened, cool air gusting in and the flames rippled and swelled. A girl stepped out of the shadows, moving across the fire and his gaze honed in upon her like a lion to its prey. With silent grace he rose, stepping out into the chilly air. He walked behind her, watching her dark brown hair sway as she walked. She moved into a quieter street and still he followed. Eventually her mortal senses tingled that all was not right and she turned, he smiled, warmth seeping through his lopsided smile. He carried on walking towards her, his pace never wavering. Her brown eyes were innocent and glittered like warm, liquid chocolate. Idly he wondered if one of them should be blue like hers had once been. The girl smiled back, a soft, relieved sigh escaping her lips as she eyed the scarf he held out for her. "Oh thanks, Damario." They had met before, only once, for a date. It had been a mistake of his for she would never be her. Such a thought twisted his gut and dimmed his eyes and his decision was made. One could argue it was made before the girl had even passed his chair in the café. She took hold of the scarf, and in the blink of an eye he took hold of her. His lips at her throat, his teeth deep in her artery and soon the scarf fell silently to her feet. Her thank you was lost in her last breath, her scream tangled in her throat as she slumped and he lowered her slowly to the cold stone pavement. He stepped back and felt nothing. Not even as he studied her slumped body, so much like hers, He turned away, her blood still singing upon his tongue and he left her in the cold, dark alleyway. Upon the street, he drifted back towards the café: a shadow so silent and unseen in the evening crowds. Water; like the lapping of a lake at its shores, he felt it wash against him. It taunted him, it whispered to him and as it receded to follow its mistress he followed the signature wash of its power. There, across the street, she drifted through the crowds. This time she was not beast and she was not human and it was a knife through his soul. He watched her, found himself following her and with every stride his fury grew. As if stabbed with a blade he flinched to be so close to her, for her body, her blood was like poison to him now. With gritted teeth he reached out, grasping her arm and dragging her from the street. Despair gleamed in his eye as he pulled her into a quieter alley. Eyes watched but no one followed, no one would because no one cared. "Why?" he hissed, his voice cracking with a mixture of disgust and despair. Witch played upon his tongue and his hand lifted to her pulse at her neck. For a long moment he merely stared sadly at her, his eyes finally seeing her for the first time without flames. Suddenly laughed sourly, "Of course, you would return a witch, Ophelia." image from Deviant Art |