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.

only fools walk where Angels fear to tread


Posted on October 26, 2014 by Alekai Evero
North
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His attention continues to linger upon the delicate creature before him, the gold of his gaze resting softly upon her russet swathed figure, subtly appreciating the lines of her figure beneath. Maybe he is a Hunter, maybe he is designed to see nothing but a wretched being before him and yet he is still very much a man, still subject to the weaknesses of his ever stumbling gender and still entirely able to find some modicum of pleasure in the view he is afforded- guarded and shaded it is beneath his continual determination to offer her little more than a frosted exterior. For years he has managed to drive any potential 'friend' away from him, forcing those whom dared to get close to suffer his truly insufferable personality, or at least, the guise of the personality he has chosen to display an effort to repel everyone around him. Yet this woman seemed either entirely immune, else as ridiculously stubborn as himself, forcing her presence upon him over and over as if she truly believed that one day, eventually, he may very well give in. For the moment however, his assertion remains entirely steadfast, this brief waver in his resistance seemingly overcome as he proceeds to point out the man he has unceremoniously dubbed 'Harry Potter', the gaze of the fellow having lingered upon Serafina for an amount of time Azrael regards as neither polite nor entirely appropriate and yet his vow to maintain some sense of order within this blessed event tonight is surely given to fall under the stipulation that he himself is not permitted to actually begin an argument without due cause. A lingering look, surely, is not due cause- despite his own reservations regarding it.

Golden eyes return to the woman a moment later as she proceeds to slide herself into the chair he had only moments ago been seated in himself, his right hand continuing to rest upon the ornate wooden back, leaning slightly against it in some attempt to appear at ease with her proximity. Her words however, seem to stir a genuine interest within the often disagreeable man, features frowning slightly before his gaze returns to Harry Potter and the larger gathering of supernaturals that seemed to have congregated about the infuriating wolf girl and the spotted boy he has spent fifteen years trailing after. Owed her money? Lips part momentarily, a comment prone upon his lips before her mention of vampires seems to silence any further thought, eyes narrowed decidedly now.

"Which vampire was it?"

He gestures loosely to the congregation at large, gaze returning to her own now, evidently seeking to have her choose an individual out from the herd like a lamb to the slaughter, fingers drumming lightly atop the wooden back of the chair. He is hardly a debt collector, much less a hitman for higher and yet a reason to lay a blade (or a stake) to any one of the vile leeches within this room is pleasing enough to the man that he is willing to take revenge in her name- if only to be rid of the energy that seems to exist within him, a unsettling feeling, a static of sorts that seemed forever present within her presence, increased more so in that brief moment in which had had felt the smoothness of her skin beneath his own hands- a thought he chooses violently to ignore. Her words in regards to making men work for her attention managing to earn her the barest and faintest of simpers upon his lips.

"Hmm, I did, you learn very well- for a girl."

One eye moves to lift ever so slightly in what may well have been the first and only attempt at something mildly akin to playful banter the man has ever made, the gesture almost missed entirely, a mere moment in time before his features return to a perceived attempt at indifference. The sudden approach of the warlock in question however, the very one Sera had been seemingly determined to have approach her, sees any potential moment of...pleasantness between the irritable Hunter and the enchanting Witch ended entirely. Some part of the blonde is mildly pleased that the other man is seemingly content to ignore him entirely, deliberately given to avert his gaze as his skin very near crawls with having the Warlock within his vicinity, fingers tightening upon the back of the chair and yet he remains entirely indifferent- as if the interaction before him is little more than a vague and meaningless moment in time. Davante's hand extended forward however, , offering the Witch what Azrael himself had denied her- results in a sudden snap and crack- the back of the chair having fractured beneath the sheer force of his grip- perhaps indicating some resentment at the other mans presence.

For a moment even the Hunter is given to look mildly surprised at the crumbling wood within his fingers, unaware he had been gripping it entirely that tightly before managing an irritated huff of sorts, pieces tossed haphazardly over his shoulder, before those golden eyes slide briefly sideways once more, the man abruptly stepping forward to place himself very near between the Witch and Warlock.

"My apologies, I don't believe we've met before either. Harry isn't it? You'll have to forgive me for interrupting but your night is over, you're in violation of attendance code seven ninety two."

His voice remains entirely level, entirely smooth and entirely serious, attention focused fully upon the other man now, assured Sera remains somewhere behind him.

"Now, are you going to leave quietly or am I going to finally get to stab something? Please, I implore you, make my day."




Alekai Azrael Evero
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