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.

Dead man walking.


Posted on May 27, 2014 by Brennan O'Connell
North

welcome to the darkest side of the sun



Brennan saw the exotic dark haired woman work from across the room, he could practically feel the magic crackling like a livewire in the air. Witch. His senses never failed him, it was as prominent as the taste of whiskey on his tongue. He never had to go too far to find a supernatural creature abusing their unnatural powers for their own personal gain. Killing the innocent like serial killers, roaming free and doing whatever the fuck they wanted. Why should they be? Not when humans were thrown away in cages whenever they committed a crime. The same should be for these creatures, but they were better off dead. His motives were strong, his resolve unwavering. Perhaps he enjoyed their torment, as if making them pay for their own sins, making him just as the monsters he put down. It was as though every beast he killed would somehow bring her back, or somehow he would avenge her in some way. It never filled the void though but it sure as hell felt good for a second.


Silvery blue eyes never leave her, melting within the hordes of people to keep himself invisible from the creature. He waits, until the man sitting across from her stood up from a reading, his mind in a far off place, lost in his own thoughts. He stood there, arms crossed, a smirk on his face as if amused by a joke no one else knew. He moved quickly, moving the chair to find his seat slipping into the seat across from the woman. "Don't you dare run, love. Or I will be forced to do something very unpleasant for you." He flashes a roguish grin, his Irish lilt thick as if he hadn't wasted a day away from his hometown in Ireland.


"It just isn't fair that such a pretty little thing could be.." he leans forward, one hand reaching out to caress the edges of her deck of cards. He looks at her dead in the eyes, his eyes glittering with trouble and something unreadable. "A witch." His voice is darker, harder even as if the very word was a curse. He wasn't quite expecting her to be so pretty though. "Tell you what. Why don't you read me my cards.. then read me yours. Then maybe I will let you be. I think that sounds more than fair." He plays a little game with her, perhaps one could call it a morbid curiosity yanking at him. Impossible to ignore, impossible to ignore her. He slowly pulled out a handheld crossbow, small for moments like these and quiet. It was aimed at her beneath the table. The other hand playing with the first card on the top of her deck, twirling it within his fingers as if he was right at home. "Don't try anything, love." His eyebrows raise up, watching and waiting to see where she will go with this. An unspoken thread left his lips but his eyes said it all.

brennan o'connell


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