West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

you should close them every once in a while


Posted on August 05, 2018 by Damon Marcello
West


Not even in this life would he have had fond memories of his father. Damon would always remember his father as a cold hearted monster who only thought of power and wealth. His father was always about the family name and how others could benefit it. He was proud of Damon for joining the army, not because he was a patriot but because he would be able to tell people that he had military in his family. That he would gain more respect from it. Even if Damon hadn't come back to him from the war, he would have said it with pride. He looked to Damon to bring pride to the family name cause he was the oldest, the most ambitious. But Damon brought him shame too. He wasn't discreet in his conquests with the local women. His father found out and gave him hell about it but Damon would just go out and do it again. He didn't care about his father's opinion. His father was a monster and he told himself he would never be like him. He hit their mother until Damon could convince him to take it out on him instead. He took it all so his brother Stefan and his mother wouldn't have to.

His mother was a delicate little creature. Or at least that's what she wanted everyone else to see. Damon knew the truth. Lily Marcello was a survivor. She did whatever she needed to keep going. She took the punishments from her own husband without complaint because she believed she was protecting her children. But then she stayed quiet when her husband accused the youngest, Stefan, of stealing his savings. She was going to let him punish her son even knowing she was the one who took it. Damon saw her digging in the coffee can earlier that week. So he spoke up, said he did it and that he'd lost the money in a card game. Then he took the punishment. After that, he never looked at his mother the same. In the end, she was only out for number one. Not even her own children came first. So it was all up to Damon to look after Stefan. Their family became just that to him. Just him and his brother.

Kathryn seemed just as annoyed with the warlock as Damon felt. She brought up that she didn't even know vampires existed before today so she didn't care about babies. Damon brought a hand to his chest, trying to look mock offended. "Consider yourself off the list for being a godmother, then." He said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling. Then he turned back to the warlock, seeing Kathryn do the same out of his peripheral vision. But then she got a little irritating, suddenly getting all holier than thou and saying he couldn't kill the warlock. Why'd she have to go ruin all the fun? It's not like the world really needed a warlock like him anyway. Damon rolled his eyes and sighed as she said she didn't break promises. He leaned forward. "Then tell me, what's your plan? Cause if we let him go, he's gonna run right back to his coven and tell them everything they need to know. Then I'm gonna have to kill much more than one person in my frustration if they try something with my fiance."

He raised a brow, waiting for that to sink in. Then she asked what he was doing to the warlock. He chuckled, his eyes brightening up like a kid who just got complimented on his newest toy. "Hurting him with my mind. See, all I do is imagine what I want and then...." He moved his finger and the man screamed again as another slash appeared on his neck. It was superficial, just enough to bleed but it didn't hit anything fragile. He grinned. "See?" He could tell that she was getting overwhelmed with all the information. He could understand to a point. She was just told she was a witch and somehow she didn't have any clue before all this. That's what was crazy to him. It had to be some kind of memory loss. He scowled. "You know....I could help you. If there's any reason you might have blocked a memory or something. I have a power with mind control and memory manipulation. I just can't believe that you've gone your whole life without knowing what you are."

But she got distracted by the warlock, turning to tell him he couldn't call anyone monsters cause he was talking about killing babies. The man started to laugh, like a manical laughter. "No one's killing the baby, lady! She's our saving grace! Eve will be the start of something new, something beautiful." His eyes shone like a manic, like he could already picture it. He strained against his chains, as if trying to reach for a baby in that moment. Damon rolled his eyes. "Dramatic, much?" Then he met her gaze. She suddenly looked so determined. She asked what she could do and Damon sighed. "Well, for starters, we gotta figure out what we're doing with this guy if you won't let me kill him." He glanced at him, chewing on his bottom lip for a minute before his jaw set and he looked back at her. "I could do a memory wipe, but with his magic, it's not gonna be easy. I'll need some backup." He raised a brow, waiting for her answer.

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