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

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on November 20, 2018 by Damon Marcello
West


Damon didn't know the witch's past or why she didn't seem to even know she had powers. Maybe there was a good reason for it. Maybe she was dangerous so someone blocked her memories for her own good. Maybe she couldn't control them. He'd seen his share of witches and warlocks with too much power. It led to more destruction than anything else. But who was he to judge? He'd done his share of destruction when he didn't have any powers to blame it on. Maybe he'd just jeopardized the whole world by letting her in on that little secret but there was no taking it back now. He didn't care that she now knew she was a witch but he had to do something about her gullibility. She still seemed to think that he had a heart. She even told him that he would have killed the man if he didn't. She had to know that the warlock would have been killed after a very long, strenuous torture session so Damon could get every last drop of knowledge out of him.

Damon had no qualms about killing people. He lost that when he turned off his humanity switch. He raised a brow in challenge, glancing at the warlock out of the corner of his eye. "Who's to say I won't still kill him when you're not looking?" Then he tried to question her morals, trying to see how shaky they were. Maybe he could still talk her over to the dark side. He'd done it before. She hesitated but said that she still felt killing was wrong. He snorted and rolled his eyes. "You'll believe that till the day it's you or them. With powers, there is no if but when. Some day someone is going to want you dead, whether for their own benefit or just because they want what you have. Then you're going to have to question everything you once thought you knew." He said it with such certainty, his eyes deepening with firsthand knowledge. Her whisper of the warlock's mental state only caused Damon to chuckle as he shrugged. "Even better reason to kill him if you ask me. He's a danger to society, to himself. It would be doing the world a service, if anything."

When he asked about trying to cut through her mental barrier of those memories, she told him no, saying she wanted to try to remember first. He leaned back with another shrug and a sigh of surrender. "Fine. It's probably a strong spell, anyway. Might have given me a migraine for days." His lips twitched with humor. He seriously didn't mind doing it, either way, but he couldn't play too helpful. That was bad for his reputation. Then they turned back to the subject of wiping the warlock's memories. It was hard enough in a mentally strong human, let alone a warlock. The man fought him every step of the way, meeting Damon's gaze even against the strong wind tugging at his hair and clothes. Damon pushed Kathryn, knowing she could do much better. She just had to believe in herself. As if on command, he watched with fascination as the man's very skin started to ripple and tug back. The man looked like a dog with his head hanging out the window of a moving vehicle. It would have been humorous if he wasn't still trying to get into the man's head.

He continued to fight hard, right up until Damon got frustrated and glared at the man's wrist, making a little slit, just enough to break the warlock's concentration. "Argh!" He screamed, thrown off guard by the new tactic and that moment of panic in which he checked his wrist to make sure it wasn't fatal was Damon's opening. He dove past the man's mental defenses and into his mind. Within seconds, he was unlocking all the man's memories, everything from harmless childhood to the dark days in which he decided there was nothing else for him so he joined the New Eden coven. He would have felt pity for the man if he didn't have ambition to grow in the coven's ranks. They were his family now, his everything, and he lived to please them. He wanted to be the one to catch Isolt and hand her over to the coven for their rituals. He wanted the personal satisfaction of bagging a vampire and he didn't care how he did it. Damon's jaw clenched as he fought his urge to just snap the man's neck and be done with it.

The only thing holding him back was the witch as his side, still fighting so hard to push her powers without hurting the man. Finally he felt the memories dropping away. The man groaned, his eyes rolling back as his head fell back against the wall. He was unconscious from the major wipe. To be honest, Damon wasn't even sure he would remember how to speak or walk when he woke up, so complete was the memory wipe. But if he couldn't do any of those things, there was no way he could carry out his mission for the coven and hurt Isolt. Damon sighed, finally blinking, breaking his eye contact and leaning back in his chair. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the effort it took. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done a total mind wipe like that. Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his hair and finally looked at Kathryn. "There, it's done. Now, where should I dump him?"

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