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

To repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved


Posted on November 17, 2015 by L.I. Guaire
East

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

There's something different about this city. There's something different about the way the streets crawl with pestilence â€" oh... with, people. With vampires, with witches and warlocks, with magic, with were-creatures and God only knows what else. As if ravaged by a horseman himself, the streets of Sacrosanct surely were different than any other city. Over my lifetime, there have been countless cities, countless streets, countless populations. Even in those cities, something was different â€" oh, it always was, everywhere. The last place I'd had roots, New York City, felt equally strange as Sacro, like something else was at work here... The last place I'd been, I'd met him.

It seems like our very existence is to pacify a primal need for a partner. There are songs written about heartbreak. There are books published that detail the very nuances of classical romances. There are movies that portray love worth being jealous over. As coincidental as a plot twist when a book is coming dry, Cormac and I met on a park bench in Central Park. Does it get much more coincidental than that? With any more help, our meet-cute would have been classic, it would have been necessary to document it was so perfect. Fast forward, and conditions of familiarity, safety, intimacy â€" they would fade quickly into gray. Whether he or I was to blame, that detail falls in the gray spectrum moreso than the times we spent apart. We were both festering inside of our blame, of our denial. And for that, I guess I could say I was sorry I wasted my time with him in the first place.

But that would be a lie.

Granted, for the most part I'm in the business of lies. I don't mind manipulating the truth... hell, I don't mind manipulation at all. I have been alive too long to be daft enough to think that manipulation is unnecessary. This was a man I'd practiced both with before (look where that got me) which quickly led me to thinking that neither of those things needed to be present, here. Cormac looked tired, he looked drunk, and he looked confused. I really wouldn't deny any of the three of those things from him â€" every man needs their space to be a basket case, I'm well aware, but it was frustrating to have another meet-cute with him here, like this, now.

"Funny, I live here, too."

There was very little else to say. The elephant between us was stretching, finding more room to expand and unfold in. While I might have liked to stroke it's neck, encourage the distance and go on my merry way, I couldn't. There was some pull inside me to stay put, to reach out to him and brush the hair from his forehead so the breeze could lick the sweat away. Tenderness, maybe? Before I could act on that feeling, I sighed and brought my own nearly abandoned cigarette to my lips before I could reply to his inquisition.

" I'm still dancing."

When did I forget how to speak real words? I took another drag of my cigarette, hoping the pause between what I'd said and didn't say would dissipate with my smoke.

"You look different... are you okay?"


Lyrica Irene Zvaniga
Until They Close Their Eyes for Good


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