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.

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Posted on October 20, 2014 by Alekai Evero
North
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Those deep eyes of golden amber lift ever so briefly from the drink that remains nestled within his grasp to view the vampire whom seemed utterly content to grin at him as if they were long-lost drinking companions, the older man's easy confidence and apparent determination to swagger about earning little more than a muttered curse from beneath the hunters breath, fingers taping against the ornate wood of the arm of the chair he lent back against. Damon was familiar in some respect and yet for now Azrael failed to place him, nor cared to offer him the thought required to attempt to do so. It was however, hardly without effort that he continued to restrain himself from stalking behind the predatory poser and seeing how entirely well he might swagger with a stake through his chest or a well-placed arrow through his side. Hmm, a vivid imagination and copious amounts of free alcohol perhaps did not make for the worst of nights after all. The sudden dimming of the lights however, rapidly say the mans attention piqued, the candles beside the entrance flaring in the wake of their commander, the well-dressed warlock Azrael had come to learn frequented the West side. The flashy display however, saw little more than a frown deepen upon the Hunter's youthful features. Fucking warlocks. The illusion however, was fortunately short lived, order once more restored, the Hunter seeming to relax ever so slightly beneath this newly established and appropriately lighted guise of peace. It was a test of both his mental and physical strength, he was entirely sure, to restrain himself from slaughtering everything within reach of his orchestra of weapons. For a pay check this sizeable however, he will willing to maintain his promise of non-lethal force.

One girl, at least, seems to be rather intently aware of him, just in the same manner in which Tobias has reacted, the infuriating spotted cat having already proven to be in possession of an ability unlike Azrael has ever seen in all his years- an infuriating knowledge of enemy movements that saw the leopard become a veritable moving target, as almost impossible to hit as he was to find and yet- even the greatest of the Were's have their weaknesses, it really depends on entirely how willing he might be to expose it, eyes drifting lazily from the curly-haired wolf girl and towards the emerald eyed man the leopard so seemed to value. How easy it would be. Golden eyes draw readily away from the purple-eyed woman, hardly caring to offer that vile creature his attention anymore then he is willing to bother with Tobias. An entirely different form of power has attracted him, an aura of sorts, a knowledge of something or someone...decidedly old. Azrael himself is old, for a Hunter, precious few seeming to last so long as himself and yet this particular vampire is old, even by vampire standards, golden eyes deliberately watching the creature place himself amongst the bizarre gathering towards the centre of the room. That one, he has decided, is worth investigating- if only for his own personal records, Azrael rather determined to keep track of any creature of notable power, such as Raven or Tobias, along with those whom are older....more influential and indeed- worth far more to him dead.

Any further thoughts are suddenly and entirely interrupted by his chair suddenly slipping backwards, a bare moment of panic seeming to infiltrate him before he has very near come to rest within a...woman's lap, a curtain of dark hair falling down about his own golden halo in a tide of black that seems to render him momentarily immobile- before the distinct sense of witch alerts him to the very nature of the single bold assailant whom had dared to approach him. The very one he had told some nights before to leave him alone. The girl was either perfectly vacated of sense, else she seemed utterly determined to flirt with danger in every regard, nearly all his efforts to repel her from him- save for actually murdering her, seeming to have failed. His chair returning to all four limbs however, finally seems to jolt the man back into the reality of his existence, that ever present scowl crossing his features, scolding words readily finding his tongue as a sigh of irritation manages to hiss between lips- and his eyes finally seem to truly see her at last. This is by no means the attire he has come to expect from her, the body-hugging crimson and midnight dress extenuating each and every line of her perfectly feminine frame until she very near exuded a sexuality so entirely enticing that the man is simply left staring in some fractured sense of both wonderment and awe. It is fleeting, tiny, a flicker, a spark and nothing more- yet for merely that single breath in time an entirely different sort of ache seems to stir somewhere within the blonde man, one entirely removed from that aching desire to kill that so seemed to permeate within him. This- is an entirely different sort of need, a terrifying one, mind rapidly attempting to source some form of stability, seizing upon the single and only stabilizing piece of information he seems capable of finding- forcing his gaze upon her face and nowhere else, having missed her own moment of distraction entirely.

"You look so- did you just call me Azzy?"

It was a more stylized version of his already well-known moniker, one no one had seen fit to use in years, features frowning slightly in contemplation of this before his mind rapidly seems to find sense once more, his usual demeanour returned as his arms once more fold across his chest.

"Surely I must know how to what? Oh."

Eyes peer beneath lashings of white gold hair to rest upon the couples actually attempting to dance atop the elaborate space dedicated to such fanciful things, the very sort of activities he would have once so enjoyed. It had been...years and yet, some things are not so readily forgotten.

"Yes, Sera- I know how to dance."

It is little more than a murmur in response and yet for a moment his arms very near seem to loosen upon his chest as if he seems to almost...consider the offer he knows she is making, that perhaps he could spare her those few minutes- until a glass of wine suddenly comes hurtling towards him. It is the sheer speed to which he is afforded through his ability that sees the man lunge from his chair, the young woman pulled instinctively against the hard plain of his denim-clad chest in an effort to remove her from whatever danger he had perceived- before he rather suddenly pushes back and away from her again in the wake of the waitresses apologies. It wasn't his job to protect her even if it was only from rouge champagne. She was...nothing....she never would be, some vile unholy creature just like the rest of them. So why the fucking hell had he grabbed her? He needed to get away from her, get back to his job and stop seeing....the woman he had once loved so very much within her.

"Harry Potter over there is staring so hard at you he's going to give himself a brain aneurism if he tries any harder, go ask him to dance with you."

He moves to fix her with a glare now, waiting for her to move away from him, waiting for her to go towards the man who clearly wants her attention even if he is entirely sure she can do better than Harry Potter and the flickering candles he needs to make an entrance.....what could she possibly want from him anyway? He couldn't be her friend, he couldn't be her anything- of that he is...almost sure.


Alekai Azrael Evero
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