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.
Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery
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.
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.
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.
Dareios sighs deeply as they stride easily along the sidewalk, his small, beady eyes wide and attentive to the landscape of city scenes all around them. A loud bus rumbles by, its fumes and motion causing the edges of his blazer to flip up in protest. People, both human and many forms of supernatural, shuffle by them quickly and usually without as much as a second glance. This is perhaps what he liked most about Sacrosanct. This busyness of the city. The comfort of the chaos. The opportunity that awaits each and every soul with every new day. After spending many years on this earth, Dareios is clearly still very much an optimist and maybe even still a bit of a romantic. When Dorian asks about Dareios' background, the vampire smiles stiffly to him but is happy to oblige. "Ireland. I'm a culchie through and through. I was born in Kilsallaghan, the country outside of Dublin." He says nonchalantly. "Just before the Industrial Revolution." It's funny how time plays such an interesting role in the supernatural community. Age often defined power, especially with vampires. But it was also illuminating on a more personal level. It helped connect them, just like any other interest or geographical element. Dareios was able to assume that this fae king had lived quite a while as well. History was part of their lives. It was something Dareios cherished. The vampire takes a moment to settle into his new surroundings as they move quickly from the hostess stand to a table in a dimly lit dining room. Dorian offers up that he is with someone, which is of no surprise to Dareios. The vampire politely smiles and nods his head. "Ah, that makes sense." he says, flashing a short-lived toothy grin as they settle into their table. He carefully unfolds the black napkins on their table and lets it drape gently over his lap. "Perhaps I know him?" Dareios counters, though internally he knows this isn't likely. Dareios didn't keep company with those of his own kind very much anymore. But that's a different story. It's an inevitable, though remarkably uncomfortable, 'new normal' for Dareios, who even after many months in office, still squirms under the scrutiny of many eyeballs in a public setting. So when the young vampire is suddenly beside them, kneeling at their table so their faces are awkwardly close, Dareios just continues to smile uncomfortably. "Of course. What is your name?" He asks, allowing his cold fingers to select a pen from his breast pocket. He scribbles it down, along with a polite message and his loopy, lackadasical signature, and slides the paper back to her. "Thank you." He says kindly to her, but immediately turns his attention back to Dorian, trying to make this interaction as brief as possible. "I'm so sorry about that." He says with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. I'm afraid I don't know how to make it stop." Dareios pours himself into the menu now, lifting it to cover his face from the fae for some time. But he nods quickly in response to Dorian's inquiry. "Ha, yes. Much more suitable to my palate, it seems." He says curtly, and folds the menu back in place before putting it down. Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl |