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 17, 2015 by Cormac Taylor
East

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




I inhale, stifling a rare cough from the sudden rush of the cigarette's smoke down my windpipe, the sensation heightened by the crisp evening air. The inkling of autumn is upon us. The weather is cooling down, but it isn't frigid enough to be dangerous just yet. It's colorful, usually. Or at least it was back in 'sota. People changed too, if only temporarily. As the trees shed their leaves, the farm town folk were able to shed their skin, taking a breather before the snow came and crops turned over. Everything seemed kinder, calmer, a step away from the rough looks and long nights that defined my hardened roots. That place seems like a fairy tale to me now. Something I read about only in books.

I'm waiting for this drunken haze to lift, for the nicotine to sober me, if only temporarily, before I look at the woman next to me again. I'm afraid I'll see her face again in this stranger. It happens sometimes when I reach an incredible level of inebriation. It's happened a couple of times since I left New York. It was the most vivid, the most torturous the night I became a hunter. I could have sworn I wasn't that drunk yet tonight, but what the hell do I know. Her figure is the same. Her face, her hair. Even her voice. But this couldn't be Fire. This world was a cruel kick in the gut most days, but it wasn't wretched enough to put us both here right now, me too drunk and too sweaty to explain myself.

I finally find some courage and stand tall, brown, bloodshot eyes looking directly at her. "Lyrica." I manage to grunt, my hand on my forehead now, wiping away the beads of salty moisture that pimple there. Something about her was different. She's changed, or maybe I have. But something else is there within her, a piece of her I haven't seen before. I'm staring hard at her now, too hard. I realize and look away. It's the same sense I get when a vampire turns a corner or a shifter scampers across my path in the suburbs. She's not human.

It's been too long since she's talked and I still haven't said anything but her name. The drag on my cigarette is going to go out. I raise it to my lips and puff hard a few times, reviving it. "I live here," I say blowing a hot exhale out into the air between us. It evaporates quickly. I want to know if she lives here too, but don't ask. At least not yet. Would that impact my decision to stay? Sancrosanct was a god damn hellmouth. Whatever was hot and bubbling under the surface of this city was damn evil, or why else would there be so many motherfuckers for me to hunt here? Something strange shifts in my gut and I find myself feeling guilty for worrying if she's a part of it all -- of whatever strange world operates here. "Still dancing, Fire?"



Cormac Taylor | Dark Hunter | Vinyl

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