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    The East

    The east side of the city is often considered the heart of Sacrosanct. It's here were the majority of the shopping district can be found, deep in the heart of downtown. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often times, new comers to the city may be come overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever present feeling that's hardly noticed. The streets of the east side are frequented by all species as many companies are housed in the sky scrapers and hole in the wall establishments that line the streets.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    The city has a unique skyline, clashing between modern sky rises and small victorian storefronts. In the heart of downtown, the sleek colored glass buildings reign supreme though their old-world roots can be seen in the most peculiar places from the lamp post styled electric street light to the stone sidewalks. The old world architecture slowly returns the further from downtown you travel, however.

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    Inner Sanctum

    owned by Alexander Macedonia
    3 employees

    Inner Sanctum

    This hidden little cafe is loaded with essentricities and antiques that fill every corner of this remarkable place. The walls are lined with oddities from every corner of the world. Beyond the intriging decor, this place is known for it's delectable coffees and it's exquisite latte art.

    Owner Alexander Macedonia

    Barista Alexis Wilde
    Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
    Barista Beylani Rose

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    Red on the Water

    owned by Isolt Griffin
    2 employees

    Red on the Water

    Nestled in a pleasant alcove that is but a stone?s throw away from the dazzling labyrinth of downtown, Red on the Water is a spectacle in its own right. Renovated in the style of a classic Irish pub with a dash of modern flare befitting the city that boasts it, this up-and-coming venue is the perfect place to snag an impeccably prepared home-cooked meal and enjoy the city?s most impressive collection of brews from Ireland and beyond. You and your guests are sure to be mesmerized and invigorated by the energetic offerings of the live Celtic band to be found here every weekend.

    Owner Isolt Griffin

    Co-Owner Damon Marcello
    Waitress Yumi Chizue

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    The Bakery

    owned by Taliah Vieira
    2 employees

    The Bakery

    The Bakery is a small bakery that serves anything that your heart desires, from sweet to savory this little place has it all. The area overall is small and cozy, a seating area that lines the windows and several bakery cases that provide freshly baked goods every day. The Bakery also takes special orders and delivers to local cafes.

    Owner Taliah Vieira

    Baker Sterling Tenembrage
    Baker Ludovino Donati

out of the night that covers me (Alexander/Anastasia) On October 20, 2017 at 12:15 AM by Dorian Aragona

”Do you quite know what I think?” Those perfectly accented lyrics easily parted the Frenchman’s lips, Matteo’s hand extending to take the coffee mug from his companion and subject it to the same wipe of the dishcloth that he had afforded the three that had come before it. The pair of men having managed a near faultless chain of washing and wiping in some effort to finish that work early and shoo out those few remaining patrons so they might have Alexander’s café to themselves before the ‘children’ arrived. The entirely youthful looking Fae hardly afforded Alexander any real chance to answer before continuing, that dried coffee mug balanced precariously upon one finger in some mild effort to irritate the Hunter all the same as that almost impish grin found the Frenchman’s lips. ”I think you are lying to me, Alexandros. I think despite what you say that you meddled in those political elections- you know I will find out. You never could help yourself. Your meddling will come back to bite you one day, my friend.” There was little save good humour in those words all the same, that soft chuckle rising from the Frenchman’s lips as that coffee mug was snatched away from him to be placed back where it belonged among those rows of meticulous shelves. Alexander having been orderly since the day they had met some eighteen hundred or so years ago. Matteo long since having ceased to count. Age meant little to either of them any longer and it was little more than a waste of effort to abide it.

”Tell me that is the last of them, I have not washed a dish since my boyhood. I feel very domestic.” That dishcloth was tossed back onto the counter, Matteo leaving his age-old companion to close up the rest of that shop as he himself collapsed into the nearest chair, one leg folding neatly over the other as the long fingers off his left hand idly caressed the rim of his own cup of tea from earlier. The man distinctly aware of Alexander as he moved about behind him before the Hunter at least settled himself into that seat beside him- the pair facing that large shop front that peered out onto the street. Matteo’s silver gaze lingering briefly and with little true interest on those passing people hurrying to be home before the sun set completely. One young woman seeming to ensnare his interest a little more than the others, his head nodding briefly to her, the girl dressed in an outfit far to summery for that rapidly cooling weather.”It will rain tonight and she will sincerely regret that outfit”. The faintest hint of a simper seemed to find his lips, the ancient Fae lifting that teacup to his lips in turn. Those predictions of the weather perhaps one largely practical use for his extraordinary gift, the man momentarily considering he should have warned both Dorian and Anastasia to bring a coat or an umbrella. Oh well. Rain would hardly harm either of them.

”I look forward to seeing your Anastasia again, it has been some time since I saw her last.” It was perhaps no secret that he adored the young Russian woman. Matteo far more inclined to spoil her in a fashion Alexander was not and much to the Hunter’s chagrin he was sure. The Fae near religious in the fashion he sent her those birthday and Christmas gifts each year. The girl very near a niece of sort’s to the man and one he looked forward to being in the company of once more. He need visit Aiden too- this weekend perhaps. Matteo storing such thoughts within his mind for now before gesturing to that door once more, his gaze regarding his oldest companion with a clear amusement unique to the Fae man alone. ”I shall wager you that Eugene Delacroix painting that hangs in my German estate entryway, the one you adore, that Dorian arrives before Anastasia does. I have not looked into that future on this, I swear it”. Their gambling habit was, perhaps, as infamous as the pair of men themselves. Matteo already knowing well that Alexander would hardly back down from that wager- neither of them ever did. Those games they played having provided them both some enjoyment in a world that had long since become a little dull to them both.


That weather had shifted dramatically in the time it had taken Dorian to detangle himself from Sebastian long enough to find suitable attire for that meeting Matteo had invited him too. The Frenchman, as always, having remained decidedly vague on just who he was meeting. Rather, the man had simply invited him to arrive at Alexander’s café just after dark. Dorian long since having given up attempting to query his Father any more on those matters. Matteo a decidedly obtuse individual when he chose to be. It was with that promise to Sebastian that he hardly intended to be too terribly long that Dorian strode from that mansion in the North, his coat wrapped tightly about himself to prevent that chill. Sebastian having added an extra coat if only because the vampire seemed assured Dorian would somehow succumb to the cold, the Fae King hardly having the heart to tell him otherwise. That warm grin finding his lips at the thought of his fiancés care for him all the same as he made his way to that café- hopefully it would not rain. Dorian hardly inclined to getting wet in any sense.

His hand had no sooner pushed against that glass door, that small bell ringing to omit the King into that heated café then Alexander promptly huffed, Matteo appearing decidedly pleased- his Father and Godfather hardly exchanging a word and yet the pair seemed to exchange several glances that merely saw Dorian glance between them in turn. The Monarch near inclined to apologise for some fear he had somehow arrived either terribly early or terribly late, the man glancing up at that clock on the wall before at last stepping within that room to let the door close behind him- his coat hung neatly on that rack.

“Good evening Matteo, Alexander. How are you both?”

That warm smile seemed to find his lips all the same, Dorian having steadily become more and more at ease with his father over those coming months, even if both men still remained a little…unsure of how to take one another. Dorian seating himself in one of those available chairs across from the pair then. Matteo inquiring then as to whether or not Sebastian intended to join them, Dorian’s head shaking softly then.

“No, I have left him with the task of progressing with his guest list for our wedding. I have suggested he try to list at least five people. I already know he shall list at least ten, remove eight of them, add in another three, write someone down at least twice and then give up upon it altogether.”

That grin seemed to find his lips all the same, Dorian chuckling softly at the idea of what he was assured might be awaiting him at home. The Monarch content to find it endearing all at once. His gaze lingering then upon that collection of oddities that surrounded that café. Dorian still as enchanted by them as he had always been before his attention returned to the pair of men before him with that quizzical look.

“Whom is it exactly who have brought me here to meet this evening?”

His Royal Majesty

Dorian Aragona

The King of Italy


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