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

Show the devil how good you dance


Posted on February 05, 2016 by Eleanor
East



This is where Hollywood cues the delusion,
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes.



Eleanor huffs absentmindedly on her cigarette, her lungs expanding to take in the smoke. Her warm huffs are then expelled into the brisk night air, where she watches as it evaporates quickly. With each passing inhale, the amber at the cigarette's edge would burn a brilliant orange, casting a slight fleck of gold in otherwise dreary and dark night on Sacrosanct's streets. She could still hear the drum of the chatter inside, the shuffling of heeled shoes, the low drone of music and clanking crystal when the heavy entryway door opened and closed. The young fairy leaned back against the heavy and old brick wall, bending a knee-high booted leg and letting it drag gently against the coarse, cold wall. She was bored, but anxious about finding her way home.

Ever since her last run in with Animal, a fae more than three times her age, she'd been overly paranoid, hyper-aware of her surroundings and more careful about the places she went and with whom. It was a characteristic of fairies, to be paranoid, she knows. But the interaction had frightened her enough to keep her inside for some good deal of time. She limited her wanderings to the woods on the outskirts of town to only the day time hours, and even then, the peak of them, when humans were most likely to be there. She tries to ignore the pangs of fear and anxiety that cause the hairs on the back of her neck to stand in protest at almost every turn. But Animal was still out there. And he was a constant reminder of why she didn't run with her own kind.

The slender fae barely noticed the man as he passed by the on the streets, his face just one of many likely-supernatural that had strolled by before him. But then he stops. Eleanor's relaxed stance gives way to a more rigid one. She stands fully on both feet, raising her body off the edge of the wall. Luckily for her, she's standing about a dozen steps above him. The old university structure required one to step up a series of old concrete steps to get to the grand entry hall. So as he begins his climb to approach her, Eleanor vanishes.

The invisibility cloak shields her from his view. It's almost as if the porcelain-skinned fairy had never been there at all, save for the lipstick-stained cigarette butt that sputtered out on the concrete steps in her place. This stranger merely asks her for a cigarette, but alas, she's no longer there, having stepped slowly and quietly off to the side, where she studies him from behind her cloak. Now that he's closer, she can feel he's like her. She waits, gauging his reaction, and doesn't dare move an inch. After a long silence, she bellows: "Who sent you?" In an as intimidating as a 100-pound, squeaky-toned fairy could muster.



Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

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