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

find your rest and be made whole


Posted on March 12, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
East

isolt griffin
It is said oft by the self-wisened masses that to look to the past with the intent of dwelling upon times long ago forfeited to the abyss was to miss the finer details and the opportunities, the very essence, of these present moments. It was to commit a heinous folly for one to submerge their heads so willingly into sands that had long since seeped from the bulb of their hourglass. And yet, in moments such as these when the incessantly beckoning fingers of the past curl themselves so delectably towards her, fleshy hooks meant solely to lure, Isolt cannot and does not deny their intended temptation. Instead, she succombs to it with wholesome gratitude that is echoed splendidly in the subtle curvature of her lips, the dazzling glimmer dancing the bend of every cerulean helix braided into the pools of her eyes. She falls into the embrace of the past as if it were the arms of a long lost and never-forgotten lover whose lips would spin a sugary web of memory within which they might find themselves wholly ensconced. It was perhaps her guiltiest pleasure to give herself over to it, to splice this present with the past that had come before it.

Isolt's slender frame sways a personal and mesmorizing tango to the metronome of the spritely Irish tune bouncing about Red on the Water, an homage to the hefty anchor the young redhead had plunged firmly into the sandy bed of her past. This place, every single thing about it, seemed abuzz with the memory of a past the redheaded vampire clung to with the very edges of her fingernails... so desperate was she to hold onto it, to keep it. So desperate was she to feel the way that she had always felt. The way that, by some miracle of an obviously pitying fate, she felt tonight even if only in the smallest way. Whether it be the Celtic symphony echoing boisterously about the pub, or the place itself set aglow with the light of a generous batch of antique lanterns, Isolt felt the pleasant warmth of life seeping into every fiber of a body long since chilled beneath the abject shade of death's omnipotent hand. She felt settled, calm, for what could have been the first time in a shamefully long time. She felt the agonizing fissures of her broken self less and less here, in this place she and Damon had built together,in this place they had dreamt. And for the first time in ever so long, her mind was silent but for the music that was her soul's lullaby.

The music and the voice that came to her as if from the miasma of a dream.

The smoothly coiling smoke of a dream that was actually a memory. Isolt turns then, a rush of gossamer auburn curls, to face the individual she knows before she truly sees him. A gorgeous smile creases the pallor of her fair features, resplendent but for the lacings of uncertainty sown therein for the fear that he may not remember her as she does him. "Professor Donovan?" The greeting is tentative yet genuine, paradoxically uncertain and hopeful. "I... I'm really not sure if you remember me or not. I'm Isolt Griffin, I took one of your classes years ago," she lilts softly, slender hands diligently busying themselves with the pint of darkly alluring Guinness draught that she then sets before him. The celestial blue of her eyes return to those of the elder man before her, alight with undeniable evidence of the hope she feels. Hope that she might have yet another small taste of the past... a small taste of home.


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