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

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Posted on August 25, 2015 by isolt griffin
East

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"For goodness sake, that's enough... from both of you. The only unholy things around here are your manners," she lilts in a tone bereft the salacious notes of false calm that had decorated the spiteful musings of her gentlemen fellows, instead adorned with the exasperation that was her momentary vice. Isolt had never been much good with conflict, the violent art of the entire act a thing lost to the redheaded damsel who had only ever sought good from herself and others. She was not one for this lashing of barbed tongues and spitting of conversational acid into the face of another, not one for the combativeness seemingly inherent in the personas of both men before her. It was, perhaps, the trick of a conniving fate that they, vampire and hunter, were more alike than either of them would have appreciated or acknowledged. They were but equal, albeit opposing, forces. Regardless, the respective arrogance of both men left it solely within the delicate hands of the young woman to navigate the minefield that lay ahead; in truth, it is a task that weighs upon her so heavily that Isolt does not indulge the callous hunter in his paltry attempt at humor. Merely does she indicate her aversion with the curtest shaking of her fire-crowned head, her declination delivered in a manner nothing if not resolute. "No, I don't want to be a part of this."

Her departure is swift, convincing in every manner that it should have been, her disappearance into the swirling mass of bodies a presumably natural thing... though as the shadows of a side hallway reach for her with their spindly digits, devouring her in a manner subtle and insignificant, the change takes her in a near-immediate fashion. Isolt is practiced in these, the gifts that immortality had wrought, the gifts that had made her a talented and perfect mimic. The recollection of the individual she seeks is freshly-laden upon the fabric of her memory, as vivid in sight and smell as if it had only been a fortnight since last she had seen the young witch. Thusly do strands of deepest brunette chase away all threads of crimson atop her head, the vibrance of her cerulean eyes fading to the mystique of the other woman's grey, the fibers of her garments morphing as convincingly as the did the fibers of her physical self. The transformation is so complete that all traces of Isolt's vampire self are eradicated... replaced by the sight, smell, and feel of the young witch that had seemed to capture Azrael's attention that night in the shadow of The Witchery. It was, as all things undoubtedly were, the greatest of gambles, contingent upon any continuing like that the hunter might have harbored for his coy lady friend.

But she does not, cannot, dwell upon the very real notion of her failure as Isolt squirms from the shadows, emulating the witch Serafina in every way that she is able... every way in which she remembers. Confidently does she saunter up to the bar and the two men that, thankfully, have yet to depart upon the adventure that was not to be. "Azrael? This is... certainly not the place I'd expect to see you," she lilts in a voice so foreign, yet hardly do her syllables break with her latent uncertainty as she surveys him through new eyes.

God help her.



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