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

To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved


Posted on February 11, 2015 by L. I. Guaire
East

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

I would have never expected that I would find familiar haunts in this relatively new city as quickly as I had. Sacrosanct was welcoming with it's catering directed towards the supernatural population thriving within the city limits, and while I hadn't been privy to a city like this before I found myself adapting quickly. That meant, however, accepting the variety of species that also dwelled in the city, regardless of how I felt about them. Purely business, I would have once stated. But now? Relationships with others didn't seem to matter; in fact, they felt downright trivial in comparison to the relationship with solitude I had attempted to cultivate in my years. Where there had been solace in the silence permeating my existence, I knew that was about to end with the letter that had been delivered to me containing a royal seal I knew all too well. Vadris' coming was imminent, and I was happy to extend courtesy when my old King arrived. As for now? I would make myself scarce, happily haunting the evening by escaping the din of the city through the depths of a drink. When the sounds of the tavern had become overbearing and I had a desperate desire for freedom, I found myself wandering through the building until I found the back where a staircase was placed with the marker 'exit' in bright red neon looming above the push-door. Pushing the door back, I slipped into the stairwell that would lead, presumably, to the roof where there would assuredly be quiet from the oppressive sounds and relief from the air remarkably the same. Sure enough, a wave of cold air greeted me as I reached the top of the stair well, and with a sigh of respite, I reached in my pocket for the pack of cigarettes that wasn't there.

God damn it.

When I had lost hope of my favorite vice, the acrid stench of smoke wafted towards me as if trying to escape the cold air and whisk down the stairwell into the tavern below to infect the unsuspecting with its cancerous taste. I don't know what it was, or when I had learned this tidbit of information, but a smoker found comradery in other smokers in that when one was without their addiction, those who possessed a pack of smokes would share without a care. The strength of the man's shoulders allowed me to understand that he, too, held a certain kind of age and confidence in his years though this was not enough to stop me from quietly approaching him with footfalls as soft as a light rain on the cement of the roof until I was beside him, and my melodious but distinctly Irish voice would befall his ears.

"Think you can spare one for a damsel in distress?" I asked, one of my blonde eyebrows raising in kind to my question. My ivory features were lulled into a kind of passive expression that wasn't characteristic, but one that would effuse just what I had deemed myself: damsel in distress, and perhaps the man would find mercy and offer me a cigarette that might just relieve the growing agitation beneath my skin that seemed to permeate every inch of me.






Lyrica Irene Zvaniga
Until They Close Their Eyes for Good


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