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

There is no God and we are his prophets


Posted on September 11, 2015 by Cormac Taylor
East

How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?



It wasn't until I felt the woman's tongue in my mouth, creeping toward the back of my throat did I come round. My blurred, glassy gaze did little to help me recognize the bathroom in which I was standing in, my back pressed up against the cold wall of some stall divider. She had dark hair and looked petite, from what I could tell with her face mashed up against my own. What time was it? Her curses and whines ran together into one mumbled, incoherent slur as I took her slight frame by the shoulders and pushed her off. I felt the delayed sting of her slap only after she had managed to properly arrange her loose, revealing blouse and whip open the bathroom door. Several woman stood frozen in time near the row of sinks, one with lipstick still in hand, eyeing me. Great. Somehow I didn't even manage to get this girl back to the men's room. "Excuse me ladies." I attempted to mutter, though I found that my lips, jaw and tongue were rebelling against what my brain had ordered them to do. My steps were choppy, path uneven, as I made my way out of the bathroom and back into the noisy setting of the bar. For a moment when I was still in the stall, I could have sworn I'd woken up back in 'sota, that this whole big city thing had been nothing more than a dream. Even the woman, with her loud mouth and seething insults, made me feel right back at home.

But I was not home. This bar was far from anything like the watering holes off Main Street. The bar was filled to the brim with people, most much slimmer and shorter than I. Some were more than human, but I was in no condition to be hunting any more tonight. I felt like some kind of stumbling ogor in their presence, easily knocking them out of my way in my inebriated state. How did I get this drunk? I vaguely remember finding this place earlier in the afternoon. The place wasn't quite as busy then, and I had easily settled into my own corner up at the bar. A beverage had never tasted as good as that first beer. I remember the bartender's frown when I asked for a Budweiser. What honest American establishment doesn't sell Anheuser-Busch beer? I settled on a Pabst Blue Ribbon after she tried rambling off some fancy list of these big city brews. It tasted just as good. I pulled the worn copy of McCarthy's All the Pretty Horses from my back pocket, and revisited the pages I had earmarked months, some even years, ago. There were some graphs in his novel that no matter how many times I read them, they sent a chill down my spine. It amazed me that people can create such a feeling with nothing more than a couple of words on a slice of a dead tree.

I was happy to have been left alone. But at some point, shots came along. The vague details of that burnette's face came back into my mind. She had some girlfriends or such with her. They were celebrating something. They bought me a shot out of sympathy, I guess, and I love whiskey too much than to pass something like that up. My best guess from here was that one shot led to another, and perhaps a few more after that. My rough hands searched the pockets of my jeans to find my wallet and the book back in their rightful places. I avoided the bartop as best as I could, trying not to catch the eye of a busy bartender in case, for some reason, I hadn't paid my tab. I needed this cash to last me a little while at least. At least until I agreed to my next hunt. It took a while to reach the doors, but I was relieved when I did. The constant chatter and loud booms of the jukebox inside wasn't helping keep the room from spinning. Now where the hell do I go, I thought, leaning one shoulder up against the brick facade of the bar, my fingers fumbling in my pocket for a cigarette.





| Cormac Taylor | Dark Hunter | Vinyl |

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