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.

fading into oblivion [ Mr. Holms ]


Posted on June 23, 2014 by serafina dubois
North

for the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey
her speech is smoother than oil
but in the end she is bitter as wormwood
sharp as a two-edged sword
her feet go down to death
her steps follow the path to Sheol

- PROVERBS 5:3-5;;
Every so often within any individual's life, there came one of those days. The kind of days that never seemed to end, where one terrible event after another occurred until, quite frankly, she just wanted to crawl into her bed and not wake up at all the next day. Her mentor had been on her case all morning, interrupting one of her potions till the brew had turned sour before being blamed, entirely, upon her. While surely it was an annoyance, it was followed almost automatically by a rather long lecture by the lupine that'd taken to coming around her house on how men were vial nasty things Serafina shouldn't bother with at all. One thing added up to another till the young witch decided to abandon them both entirely for a dark nook within the richest bar in town. Frankly, nothing would make Serafina more content then to not have to return home tonight at all to deal with either such individuals. Her petite finger reached out, tracing the rim of her glass, the condensation moistening the young girl's flesh. For once, there were no fruity drinks in front of her, no sweet concoction to drown out the taste of the liquor. This time - she wanted to feel the liquor take hold, she wanted to be under it's sway.

A soft sigh graced the fair girl's lips as she effortlessly spread the cards out in front of her, the dark purple celtic symbols standing out against the black backgrounds of their backs. Slowly she picked a card out of the mess on her table, followed by another and then another till the most traditional of tarot card spreads laid out before her. Lightly her finger tapped on the card in the middle, her lips pressing in an almost grim nature. The girl picked up the picture of the hanged man within her fingertips. Her grey tinged gaze staring at it with distaste. Of course she'd get this card. What the hell was she supposed to do with this? Surrender herself to what? To her mentor? To her familiar? Because frankly she hardly wanted to deal with either of them, much less try to think of things in their perspective! The world was hardly being fair to her tonight. Serafina slumped back into the cozy leather of the booth, the tarot cart still nestled within her fingertips.

With practiced ease, the young girl flicks the card, sending it flying cross the bar only to smack a patron right in the back of the head. The hanged man floated from side to side, landing face up upon the ground beside him. Immediately the young girl burrowed into her booth, a look of blantant guilt crossing her fair feminine features. Okay, she hadn't meant for that to happen. Although really should she be very surprised it did? Maybe if she just placed her cards back in their nice inconspicuous stack, then he wouldn't notice that it had come from her. Deftly she set about her task, her liquor almost entirely ignored as card after card was retrieved from their sprawled position upon her table. Hoping that, whoever he was, maybe he wouldn't be too mad. Hell, maybe he hadn't even noticed.

serafina dubois

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