North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Eternity

The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.

The VooDoo Room

Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.

The Witchery

Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.

FOR ALL THE SINNERS PLAYING SAINT


Posted on May 23, 2017 by ESHEK
North

Eshek is the dark, dark depth in their sea of lambs. She's the fire to chase away the meek monsters of the night. It's her eyes that glimmer in the soft, bar light brighter than all the others. They turn beckoning and hooded as the hunter comes closer to the glitter of her flames.

And when the girl sits Eshek turns to her with a smile and the drink in her hand sizzles and evaporates to steam and nothing. "You," She reaches out for Mazikeen's hand and only traces fingertips across the web of bones and veins beneath the girl's flesh. "I would remember." Eshek's touch is lingering and she's slow to move her hand back to the intricate beading of her dress. Beneath the silk the copper dragon tattoo burns and tingles as she swallows a taste of the hunter, alcohol and salty skin.

"Call me Eshek." The smile on her lips is as dangerous as it is endless.

It's not the music that washes over Eshek. Potential crests over her skin and the music is nothing more than a prophecy of the things that ebb and flow in the bottomless galaxy of her soul. The silence between them is not easy; it's alive and thrumming with fate.

She doesn't order another drink but slides the soiled glass across the bar to the too busy bartender. "I've been from here long enough." The words are strange but they seem fitting in the abyss of her attention. "What is it that you're looking for Mazikeen?" Her stare is penetrating and it traces the way the beer runs down the hunter's throat into the very center of her mortal body.

And as the song changes the wood beneath Eshek's hand smolders and smokes in patterns far older than anything is this poor, rotten world.