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.

dark wings they are descending -Harley-


Posted on April 29, 2014 by Alekai
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It was rare that he allowed himself even the faintest of indulgences, his time so often consumed with the pursuits of his work, the purpose of his existence, or so he has come to believe in the years since such a life was thrust upon him. It was rarer still for the seemingly young man to lounge so openly as he did in these moments, reclined against the mahogany wood of the large windows that adorned the ridiculously named VooDoo room. It was as if they merely sought to invite such hellish creatures within the warm, well dressed walls and yet, so often such a thing is entirely welcomed by the blond. It is easier if his victims come to him- after all, the boy is lazy by design and yet rarely is he given to indulge that side of himself, lean, toned frame reclines further back in the window, the bar empty today, save for the barman whom continues to work at polishing each glass over and over. A waste of time, or so Az thinks, so very few of the man's customers deserving of life let alone a clean glass. It was almost ridiculous really, as if Jerry seemed to believe they deserved basic hygiene, as if they held any real thoughts or feelings. Az has long given up preaching to the converted, money alone motivating the barman to serve any and all whom wandered through his doors, although he had shown particularly disdain from vampires and as such the callous blond is content to exploit such a thing. His presence alone tends to dissuade the night-walkers, a service he is content to provide in exchange for the occasional free drink. In the light of day however, his presence serves a lesser need, the boy simply taking a rare moment to relax in the company of one of the few human beings he found tolerable- if only for the fact Jerry rarely talked and when he did it was usually amusing, the pair having formed a unique relationship, eclectic as it was. 'Az, you're scaring away my customers, do you have to sit in the window?' For a moment the man allowed the barest hint of simper to lift his lip before turning the gold of eyes onto the barman in response.




"You should be thanking me, a little more human patronage would hardly hurt you."




He is almost entirely sure he heard the older man sigh, cloth wiping over the glass again, though by now he has surely polished it into oblivion. Barman, Az thinks, are obsessed with glassware, perhaps the reason they become so agitated if anyone dares to break one. Jerry's next lackadaisical comment however, so Az's attention shift once more. 'I don't mind the Magic ones, some of the women are downright stunning, you can say what you want, Baby Boy, but you can't deny that, as for the Weres- they always pay in cash, can't complain.' He managed little more than a snort in response, loathing the barman's nickname for him. Baby Boy. Perhaps he appeared little more than twenty or so, yet in reality he was older then Jerry himself, as the barman well knew. As for being attracted to witches, each to their own, he supposes, yet his own desires hardly trail in such a direction. Despicable things, the lot of them. That Jerry could even think of them like that was downright vile. In fact, he'd rather remove the thought entirely from his mind.




"I think you owe me a drink and look- there's a customer, don't bitch at me about having no one or you can keep the vamps out yourself."




The other man grunted in response as Azreal moved to fold his arms behind his head, using the hood of his sleeveless jacket as an extra pillow of sorts, one knee bent and resting against the glass, the other leg hanging down, the sole of his black leather boot brushing against the floor, the outrageous blond of his hair the only flash of colour on his otherwise near black outfit, his jacket concealing so many of the tools of his trade. Golden eyes paused only long enough to assure himself the patron was human, content with what his instincts assured him before returning his attention to the street outside, leaving Jerry to deal with her.







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