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 14, 2015 by Cormac Taylor
East

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



She was a thorn in my side, a splinter that festered for days. The image of her burned permanently in my mind, ingrained there, and her memory revisited me on a daily basis. Fire was gone. She had been for years. I haven't seen her since my human days back in the city when we dabbled in the elements. It was as if I'd memorialized her there, behind my the walls of my thick skull. I may be dead to her, but she was very much alive to me, there, in the darkness behind my eyelids. I had convinced myself that I was the worst thing to happen to her. Lyrica was better off not knowing me. And hell, despite this hole she left in me, I was doing alright with her in the rearview, too. I wasn't sleeping on a park bench any more. Well, sometimes I was. But my life had a greater purpose beyond cleaning toilets in Central Park. I was more like her now. I hunt.

I tried not to think of what lead us astray. Of whatever it was she was doing to those people. I didn't hurt people. I don't hunt them. Instead I remember her physique. What she looked like with her clothes off in the tiny bedroom of her westside apartment. How she laughed. How good her tight end looked in those cut off shorts she liked to wear. How she slept with those two mutts beside her. Lyrica and me was a lifetime ago. Several, if you count what happened to me when I chose this life.

But I'm drunk. Too drunk to make my fat fingers and swollen knuckles reveal the crumpled box of cigarettes in the my pocket. Too drunk to stand up straight on my own two feet. Too drunk to see the face of the pretty little thing who saves me from myself, temporarily. "Thanks." I manage to grumble, one hand lazily swiping the cigarette from hers. Instinctively another hand falls to my back, the palm of my hand coming over the base of my knife. I hadn't bothered to check for it until now, though it seems inappropriate now. There's no way that drunk gal would have pulled a cold one on me and tried to steal it. "Got a light?"

I press the cancer stick between my thin lips, and run a hand through my matted locks, freeing them from my view. And there she is standing in front of me, eyeing me for the drunk that I am. This isn't real. That's it. It's time to go home.



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