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.

Don't fret precious, I'm here


Posted on March 16, 2015 by Davante Dorian
North
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.


There was very little I appreciated more than an individual worthy of biting banter, words filled with bitter wit and condescension. It was increasingly obvious that said conversing was a bit of a guilty pleasure for the blonde witch that had interrupted my verbal and visual abuse of the bartender who was so lacking in alcoholic prowess. It had quickly become a personal mission to enlighten said monstrosity of an inept individual of his lack of ability to provide his patrons with their simple requests. Was it so much to ask to expect a drink made in a timely fashion in a rather upscale restaurant? Perhaps this bland idea was, in fact, too advanced for the likes of the employees stationed about in their various positions in the lackluster establishment. Though entirely opposite my irritable impatience that arrived promptly as soon as my drink didn't, I found myself growing amused with the words with which my acquaintance delivered for my audible pleasure, or lack there of. There was a certain superciliousness that hovered over her words, but I couldn't deny that I found even that somewhat attractive. It was rare that anyone treated me with the same kind of air that I treated them; a fact that I was growing to expect from the enigmatic blonde witch, and similarly growing to enjoy. And so, it was without surprise that her criticizing of my attire befell my ears, and saw a markedly puckish smirk tickle the corners of my previously scornful lips.

"Rather than being offended by your poorly thrown criticism, I will instead accept this as a compliment as I have yet to meet a man, metrosexual, homosexual or otherwise, with better taste than I."

My words were laced with an amused but pointed tone, clearly giving her some kind of appreciation for her attempt at deceiving me with neither outward distaste or approval of my behavior or attire. With a passive shrug did I take a slow taste of my drink, savoring the burn of the alcohol as it slid down my throat as hot as the whiplash of her words had met my ears. Only after the final bout of liquor was removed from my glass by my thirsting lips did another voice marr our relatively quiet conversation, causing my eyebrows to knit together in decided discontent that the lazy, arrogant and masculine voice offered my offended ears. With an acute, side-long glance directed towards Rowena, it was evident that she found the intruder equally as disgraceful as I, and with a sinister shade pouring over that of her typically sage-green eyes it was quickly evident that she, too felt the discontent I had begun to embody in light of his presence. Though patience was not a virtue I sought often, I found myself flooded with a surprising affinity for the virtue and though critical, lackadaisically harsh words fell from my derelict lips, I was graced with the ability to stand beside Rowena with a possessive ease that, quite obviously, the mongrel didn't appreciate. Inwardly amused with Rowena's acceptance of my fingers at her back, I allowed the man to begin his ascent towards aggressive behavior without allowing his fingers within a foot radius of either Rowena or myself. Instead, I blinked once and the leather of his belt evaporated, allowing his trousers to drop and reveal inordinately tight underwear, leaving less than nothing to the imagination.

Okay, that might have been childish but there was absolutely no way I was about to let the man think he could touch me or the woman beside me, for that matter. Rather than making any other motions, I let my Shadow accompany Rowena on her journey to further embarrassing the man by moving the shadow of a stool closer to the man, taking his feet out from under him as he moved to pull Rowena away from me by her delicate elbow. Much to my, and my Shadow's, delight the man found himself landing on his far too cushioned ass, staring up at both my cohort and myself after her display of strength rendering the idiot on the ground.


"You know, I hear that exposing yourself is one of the immediate causes for qualification as a sex offender. I'd be more than happy to do the honors and knight you with that title."







D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.