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.

blame it on my ADD baby


Posted on May 16, 2014 by Alekai
North
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Humans, Azrael has decided, are a particularly boring if not utterly vapid species that seems to exist entirely for the purpose of the sustenance of vampires or to be turned into fodder for irritable Weres and test subjects for Witches. It is laughable perhaps, that his own...race, or whatever it was he was supposed to classify himself as, was charged- in a way, with protecting them. Or at least- not actively destroying them. It was the better part of a waste of time in his opinion and yet, such is the nature of the young man that, meaningless or not, he has accepted his own lot in life and is thusly content to see it through. He had always been that way, determined, if not utterly headstrong and as such, despite his misgivings on the deplorable nature of the human race he is nothing short of exceptional at his job. If he is dammed to an eternity of hunting, he might as well do it well. At least, this is the slogan he has chosen to adopt after eighty years of musing over it. The entrance of the dark-haired woman is met with little more then a glance towards her, already entirely assured of her relatively harmless status and as such his attention deviates back upon the street outside, his presence continuing to act as a shield of sorts that sees the more astute of the supernatural cross entirely to the other side of the street while frantically searching for the danger there instincts assure them lurks nearby. The barest hint of a simper seems to trace his lips at this notion, enjoying this shred of discontent he ha placed upon them, displaying perhaps a slightly sadistic side to the blond and yet one can hardly live this long, doing as he does, without being mildly merciless now can they?

Had the violet eyed woman been content to simply meet his gaze and focus her attention upon Jerry the barkeep, Azrael may have been equally content to ignore her. It would seem however, she is determined to be noticed, to be acknowledged with more than the challenging glance she had offered and he had otherwise brushed away like a bothersome insect. Humans are the weakest of the species, the easiest to dispose of, beneath him and as such her challenge is not worth his attention- or so he believes. The veritable acid within her words however sees the amber gold of his gaze shift back beneath lashings of golden hair, wondering if indeed he had met her before, this sort of disdain usually only spat towards him by those given to keep his company long enough to realise their mistake. It has been a long time, to long, truly, since he has....partaken of any delight in the human form. Female Hunters, are, after all, a dying breed and a rarity. He may be near eight years old, yet his body is entirely as youthful as the twenty three years of age he had been the day of his....accident and some needs remain entirely the same. Human women tend to provide an acceptable release for such instinctive desires and yet his utter disdain for commitment of any sort tend to result in such public displays of venom should they find him after he has climbed out the bedroom window. This woman however, he is entirely sure he has never met, nor had anything to do with. It has, as already stated- been rather a long time since his last encounter with a human girl and she had been red haired.

That this may be a simple act of random speech against him sees his features furrow slightly before his toned form offers a nonchalant shrug by way of response, evidently keen to meet her bitter sarcasm with nothing more then logic, after all, the truth is so often far more fascinating regardless.

"I am sizing them up."

It is nothing short of an utterly blunt response, voice lacing any true hint of emotion, merely answering her question despite being assured she did not truly expect as much. He has no desire to entertain some silly little girl and her childish bickering, his own thoughts already tangled within themselves in regards to his latest encounter with the Witch he had been....reluctant to shoot and a Were whom had stolen one of his better shoes. He would, he decided, track them both down in time. For now though, his plans continue to be interrupted by a woman whom is seemingly determined to agitate him for no other reason than to alleviate her boredom. If she here to drink then why didn't she shut up and drink already? For his part, Jerry, seemed to be enjoying Azrael's well concealed discord with great amusement, the blond man making a note to let more than one vampire in tonight by way of retribution against the barkeep- see how long he was grinning for then. His gaze remains firmly on the street outside, chin resting in the palm of his hand, which in turns leans atop his raised knee, other foot taping against the wall in the same motion.

"I'm sorry, did you want something? Because it is painfully hard for me to tell between the pointless dribble you are assaulting my ears with."

He still refuses at all to offer her any eye contact, content to brush her off with his own scathing remark as if she matters to him no more than the polished wood of the window sill- and truthfully, she doesn't. His attitude is usually entirely humourless enough to scare off most women, this one, he is sure, will be no different. At least she is not entirely unfortunate looking, it would be a shame if his eyes had to be assaulted as well.




Alekai Azrael Evero
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