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.
run, hide.... oh you're so done
Posted on June 27, 2021 by ASKAREE
A S K A R E E
loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath
I am ready.
The breath she releases in the stead of the elder man's words audibly quivers as it rattles free from her, though it is Spencer who captures the weight of her gaze with his concession, as if all that had been asked of him was to sit for a spot of tea. Her knuckles blanch as her fingers curl into fists, the edges of her lacquered nails pressing dark crescents into the plump flesh of her palms. Her eyes never stray from the dark-haired man as he positions himself opposite her, the only things separating the two of them being the frail husk of a once-monolithic man and the presumed containment of the ire that froths rabid just beneath the surface of the Egyptian woman's skin. While it was an axiomatic truth that the respect Askaree held for this man would, at least momentarily, stay her hands, Spencer would have been a fool to believe that this made her incapable of peeling him apart as if he were naught more than a piece of ripened fruit. The man in the bed had spent the last decades of his life contending with the insurmountable will of the woman who looms over him now, having had to battle her with fists, scales, and teeth to bring about some manner of stability in the bond that they held with one another. But even this was tenuous. She was, for the moment, a hurricane held in a Mason jar.
Askaree is still, eerily so, as Spencer explains the complexities of the coming procedure to the elder man, hardly troubling herself to offer translation to the feeble gentleman. The purpose was clear, no matter the tongue in which it was spoken. It is only when Spencer offers up his toxin with the innocence of a glass of water that she turns away, positioning herself at the bay window across the room, the leather of her jacket protesting as she crosses her arms. "Do not bother with her," the elder man offers to Spencer, having examined the volatility of their relationship even in the preceding few moments and choosing, perhaps out of some misplaced gratitude, to quieten the unease seeping from the pores of the younger man. What a fucking joke that was.
"Thank you," the elderly Egyptian whispers, even the gravelly tenor of his voice made weak by sickness and Spencer. "Askaree," he beckons, and even though her eyes gaze through the pane of glass before her she can feel the heft of his gaze as it slides to her. Five minutes, that is all Spencer could find within himself to offer him. To offer her. After a collection of long moments does she turn once more towards the pair of men, her eyes falling to the man in the bed but her voice offered to the younger of the two. "Spencer," she offers, her tone soft, almost... delicate. Yet her eyes, blackened by the searing fury evident therein, betray her as she lifts them to her counterpart. "Get the fuck out of here." The words are delivered in nearly a whisper, though she is certain that they and the devilish abyss in her eyes will impart upon him all that he need know. And as he departs, surely relieved to be rid of her, does she offer him one last eerily-foreboding sentiment- delivered as innocently as his name.
"I'll see you soon."