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.

you can't make me do it


Posted on April 27, 2015 by Alekai Evero
North
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He continues to recline against the side of the lamp post nearby, content to remain as far removed from the group as hearing range will allow in this moment, each and every sense and nerve alive and wired within the presence of so many supernatural's. He can feel them, every single one of them, like an itch he cannot scratch or a prickle in his clothing he cannot find that continues to irritate his skin. He wants to be rid of them, all of them and yet it would seem forces beyond even his ability have decided to make themselves known today, the hurled furniture and evidently....possessed glove resulting in little more than a scowl from the irritable blonde as arms fold about his chest, one leg crossing over the other in some effort to appear nonchalant- if not totally indifferent to the scene about him. For a moment he found himself wishing for Davante and one of the mans cigarettes, if only for something to do with his hands other then find a knife to embedded in one of the beings surrounding him. How unfortunate he had given up smoking sixty years ago- for the most part.

Golden eyes move to flicker away from his own boots, lingering upon the motely gathering before him, listening still, despite his attempts to appear otherwise as the group seemed to further consider the glove still clutched within the vampire girls hand, the anaconda within the vampire males arms seeming to have returned to her human form as one eye merely lifted in mild surprise. She certainly looked better in that form, although he hardly felt inclined to offer her more than a passing glance as his gaze returned, as it always did, to Serafina. Why the girl was rummaging about in the debris of the shattered furniture he hardly knew, eyes narrowed slightly once more as she proceeded to produce a small mirror of sorts, pronouncing it to be just what she needed. A scoff of sorts managed to part his lips, louder then he surely intended, gaze averted once more towards the other side street lest the woman choose to focus on him again. Did she intend to fix her hair? How was a mirror going to be of any use? Women. Perhaps he was better off without them within his existence, mind toying softly with such a thought, as if it could provide a reason for the Hunter to dismiss whatever emotion existed for one single woman amongst the gathered crowd. He is pulled from his thoughts however by the implication that he may be persuaded to use his powers to assist their cause, Serafina's voice bringing his gaze to her own momentarily before she seemed content to focus upon the vampire as if she suspected the undead man might offer some far more useful application of the light Azrael has learned to wield quite well these past few months.

He is inclined, almost, to step forward- a different sort of emotion entangled within his veins in this moment, a near forgotten part of himself....displeased that the witch should believe the vampire more capable then him, agitated her attention existed elsewhere. Jealousy is...almost unknown to the man, the emotion mortal, fickle, human and yet it had been years since he had felt it's uncomfortable burn within him. So long indeed that it takes a moment to recognise such a thing, eyes widening slightly as he halts himself in his path. He will not be drawn into some petty cock fight with a vampire over who could or could not command light better, it was beneath him, the man forcing himself to lean back against his lamp post with a dismissive shrug.

"You creatures can solve your own problems."

That the actions of one woman, intentional or otherwise, could result in such a moody display remain to be seen, Azrael evidently choosing to deny them his help- at least for now, waiting to see how the vampire did before he offered his own assistance. Sera had hardly needed his help with the Were, she surely didn't need it now. He never was a particularly easy person to deal with.





Alekai Azrael Evero
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