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 November 19, 2015 by Cormac Taylor
East

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




There is a warmth that lingers. It splinters through my veins, moving slowly from my gut back up through my body. It envelopes me, holding me when I'm weakest, singing me to sleep when I've had just enough. It's that first dizzy spell that hooks me. I feel loose, limber. I willingly give up control to the whiskey, relieved for the rest it represents. I am drunk. Most of the time, I'm happy to be. But in front of her, I feel like a fumbling fool.

My hand moved to touch the marred skin just above my cheek bone, the faint scar was the constant reminder of the time I had spent behind bars. My life as a man, as a mortal, a human, was worthless. I had grown hard, much like my father, and much like him, good at caring about what was happening only to me right now, and not the future. I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was only a matter of time until the cops showed up one day and they didn't disappoint.

I was a stupid young buck, dumb to think that I was capable of creating some sort of life for myself. I was a god damn Taylor after all, predetermined to follow down the same, rugged and disappointing path of my father and the father that came before him. I'm not naive enough to think that being a hunter would somehow erase my past or numb the things in me that made me who I am. But it did give me some direction. It pulled me out of that redneck town in 'sota. It made me feel like I had something to contribute to this world.

Fire doesn't know much about me. She knew I came to New York with only the clothes on my back. She knew I lived in the park after I left her apartment. She didn't know about my past, and couldn't know about what I am now. I've been surprised by some of my prey, ones who were able to make me in a crowd. The fear when they spotted me, it drained the color from their skin. She can feel I'm different, too. I want to tell her. But I don't want her to look at me the way they always do.

"I drink too much." I mutter, finally, kicking one worn boot over the other as I cross my legs. I finish what's left the cigarette and flick it into the street. I dig my sore hands into the pockets of my jeans. I can feel the knife behind my belt digging into my back. Then I look at her. "And I'm a hunter now."

An eyebrow raises as I wait to gauge her reaction. I shouldn't have told her but I want to tell her everything. Maybe that's the whiskey's fault. I stand tall, pushing myself off the back of the cold, brick wall and pull my coat tighter across my chest. "You hungry? I'm buying."



Cormac Taylor | Dark Hunter | Vinyl