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 reposess a body with which I'd misbehaved


Posted on February 18, 2015 by L. I. Guaire
East

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

There was something cathartic about anticipated change. Once the initial anticipatory anxiety wore off, the thin layer of excitement left produced a different kind of apprehension: preparation. Life lived betwixt souls of all species, of all types, had left me wondering about what would become of my pretentious nature, and if acceptance among their population was in the future for me. The anxiety had left my soul as quickly as it had been aroused from slumber, leaving me fitfully exhilarated with the prospect of what might become of me in the near future. At best? I would enjoy a full, fulfilled life in the city rife with supernatural creatures that I had yet to meet. At worst? I would long for the comforts of my home. My home felt foreign, now as it resided deep in the recess of my long term memory; a comfort forgotten when the walls of the castle began to feel like a fortress instead of some kind of welcoming abode. This was not to say my adoptive family was unkind to me, no. But their own pretentious nature guarded my potential to flourish and I simply was unable to acquiesce to the request that I live some kind of half-life, no.

When the door opened to the café I was located in, any feelings of catharsis I embodied quickly dissipated. That wasn't to say I was uncomfortable in his presence, but it meant that no longer was I able to linger in a comfortable space, suddenly it was my manners and poise that were required puppeteers of my limbs and behaviors. I would not grant him the grace of my gaze befalling his figure as I could hear him ordering what was assuredly the same drink that filled my cup. I would not grant him the satisfaction of acknowledging his majesty, as we were but equals on this plane of existence. It was even though his very presence assaulted my senses that I attempted to keep my solemn gaze fixed acutely on my drink as if there was something worth discovering in it's depths, until the very smell of his existence tormented me. By very gently lifting my chin a degree or so, I challenged his presence with the small gesture. His words were meant to goad a reaction from me, of that I was sure. And that alone was enough to erase any inklings of excitement, apprehension, or pleasure that might have wrought my features.

"Of course I read it."

That was a lie. Blatantly. Vadris might know the tenor lilt in my voice that might give away my untruth as we had centuries of practice utilizing one another's tells as if our lives were games of poker, merely awaiting to be played hand by hand. I was momentarily tempted to shift my knees under the table and jar it enough that his cup would slip into his lap, affording him the scalding liquid splashing over his clothing. Instead, I blinked a tide of farce emptiness over my stone eyes.

"It's been a while, old friend."


Lyrica Irene Zvaniga
Until They Close Their Eyes for Good


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