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

we've been falling for all this time


Posted on February 15, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

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It is a journey the reticent young woman has taken many a time before this, a path worn and rutted from repeated mental meandering that had proven both harrowing and ataractic. Isolt has visited this place on far more oft an occasion than she would have ever cared admit, even to Damon, in some emotive quest for absolution... for rescue from the grief that sought merely to swallow whatever light her brother's memory might have cast into the abyss left by his absence. Grief within which she had sunk anew with Harley's disappearance in the aftermath of her own hardly metaphorical death; grief from which she sought the freedom of exoneration. And yet it merely clung to the ailing ventricles of her heart with a most nefarious vehemence... until Isolt had come upon the notion to proffer this single yet nonetheless momentous gift to the only individual she would have dared relinquish it to. It was a forthright step upon the asperous trail that might lead her nearer to peace; this vehicle was, indeed, a perfect reflection of the memory Isolt harbored of Aaron and all that he had been. Weathered, worn, and clothed in a generous layer of dust, yet no less beautiful was what lay beneath. No less absolute was the promise of what it could be again.

The simper that buds upon her sweetheart lips is a pleasing and fond thing indeed, happier portions of the sometimes sordid tapestry that was her brother's memory flashing against the veritable projector of her mind's eye. They had sat in this automobile together, both siblings entirely contented even in this stagnation, lingering upon dream-like speculation of what would eventually come to be. Isolt had admired her brother his determination, his fervor for the notion of second chances. The notion that was redemption, renewal. Notions that had not expired with him, but instead flickered tentatively within the eyes of the sister he had left behind as she professed his desires to her companion. But it is as the elation and surprise drip from the darkly handsome features of Damon's facade that Isolt quakes inwardly to the tumultuously writhing storm of doubt that has been as of yet kept at bay. Her intention had never been to sully the resolutely gleeful circumstances of her giving of this gift to him, the succinct telling of this paritcular tale hardly intended to instill any modicum of sadness or regretful trepidation within the heart or mind of the gentleman before her.

And so, in some valiant attempt to assuage whatever adverse effect the mention of her brother's failed dream might have had upon him, the youthful redheaded vampire traipses forth baring a lazy confidence that is not wholly her own. Delicate hand encircling that of her companion, Isolt carefully folds the Mustang's keys into Damon's hand, thusly solidifying the amiable intentions she bares with this gift. The sweetly simper remains perched upon the pleasant bow of her lips as Isolt simply shrugs at her elder's attempts at compromise. "If that is still what you want when you're done then I won't fight you. But I think if you've put that much work into something, you should be able to reap the rewards. And I think my brother would have enjoyed you, so I don't think he'd mind you having it." She turns to stand at his side then, allowing the cerulean pools of her eyes to peruse the understated beauty of the vehicle she has cherished in solitude for longer than anyone really should have. Without prompt one slender hand moves to place a loving caress unto the bracelet that hangs so perfectly from her wrist, the movement perhaps bred of some anticipatory need for employ. "Merry Christmas, Damon."


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