East

The east side of the city is the very heart of Sacrosanct - it's unique skyline is a clash between modern sky rises and small Victorian-inspired 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. It's here that magic thrives, it hums in every stone and can be felt in every breath. Often, newcomers to the city may become overwhelmed by such sensations but, eventually, it becomes an ever-present feeling that's hardly noticed.

What You'll Find Here

City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Inner Sanctum
Red on the Water
Starlight Tower

City Creek Center

The City Creek Center is an upscale open-air shopping center centered in the heart of downtown Sacrosanct. With its numerous fountains, foliage-lined walkways, and bubbling streams, City Creek Center offers three blocks of chic boutiques, delicious dining, and the newest showrooms.

Dark Hunter Department

The City of Sacrosanct's Dark Hunter Department's primary concern is the safety of all of Sacrosanct's residences. Their public safety responsibilities include code enforcement and supernatural crime prevention. The Sacrosanct Dark Hunter's Department follows the directions of the International Dark Hunter Council and serves as a local point of contact for any Dark Hunters working within the Council's ranks.

Inner Sanctum

The Inner Sanctum is an independently's owned specialty coffee company and cafe with a singular focus: quality. A hidden gem on the side streets of the busy downtown, the Inner Sanctum source's the world's finest beans and local treats. From it's delectable pastries to the exquisite latte art, the Inner Sanctum is dedicated to both its craft and the customer's experience. With beans roasted in house and every cup prepared by the best baristas, you will never be disappointed at the Inner Sanctum.

Owner Alexander Macedonia

Barista Alexis Wilde

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 flair 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.
Home of: Elysium

Owner Isolt Marcello

Co-Owner Damon Marcello
Waitress Yumi Chizue

Starlight Tower

With one hundred floors and a 125-foot spire, the Starlight Tower rises high above the Sacrosanct skyline. More than just a landmark, the Starlight Tower offers a unique mix of restaurants, shops, and offices spaced throughout the building. Organized into nine verticle zones, each of which features a sky lobby and a light-filled garden atrium which merge the upscale interior with a faux landscaped exterior setting.

What You'll Find Here

Crash Choir Records
Pentagram
Ellington Enterprise

and now i give you all my sins


Posted on July 10, 2016 by isolt griffin
East

there's something in the way


Never before had Isolt glimpsed true, undiluted rage in the manner that she does now in the haunting brilliance of Risque's eyes as the elder vampire gazes upon the progeny that she had never meant to have. The progeny that had been created solely for spite, for venegence and for greed. In some beautifully-gruesome paradox, Isolt had been created for Tetradore more than she had ever been meant for Risque's posterity; she had been created so that he may remember always that defiance was naught more than a pipe dream. It was, and would be forevermore, the greatest fallacy that he might impose upon himself... a fantasy banished to the hazy depths of a cruel dream. The irrefutable evidence of it was there, glistening in the white-hot helixes of undeniable ire that twisted in her Maker's eyes.

Isolt knows he is there, feels him even before he touches her, and yet her eyes do not stray upon the avenue from her Maker to her companion even for a single, breathless moment. It bolsters her, his touch, and for a second he acts as a supportive beam to her resolve; resolve that, though she dared not allow the evidence of it to cast its shade upon her features, wanes precariously beneath the insurmountable heft of her matron's stare. It is a stare that had always and, Isolt fears, would forevermore bore into her soul so that Risque might lay her barbarous flame amongst the tinder of another's beautiful soul.

It is only with the clinking of metal that Isolt allows her eyes passage from Risque's face unto her gloved hands and the apparatus she jostles with. When it came to such matters as the creation of new, intricately-maniacal ways in which she might abuse and subvert her "pets", Risque had proven herself to be second to none. As ruthless in her lust for their agony, their blood, as she was pleasing to the eye. The auburn-haired vampire has but a moment to gather herself, to allow realization to percolate before their mistress raises her arm in a swoping, impossibly-swift arc. Isolt explodes into motion, using the entirety of her weight and the substantial strength that immortality had gifted to propel herself and, she hopes, Tetradore from beyond the breadth of the swinging metallic vine.

The impact of metal upon the polished wood of the bar is tremendous, a spray of splintered oak cascading about them. Little time does Isolt have, though, in which she might peruse the damage wrought by her Maker's hand before the dark-haired shrew pivets, arm raised so that her alloy crop might once again venture to lay its silver tongue to the flesh of her brood. This time, however, instinct and speed betray Isolt, a single arm employed as a shield proving all that time allows for protection... and it is for naught. A not-inconsiderable length of the barbed weapon coils itself about Isolt's arm, the impish metallic teeth burrowing into the pallor of her flesh to draw forth rising beads of dark, lifeless blood. It is all she sees before the azure of her eyes follows the path of the tightly-drawn metal to her Maker's face, a gruesome, demonic simper perched upon immaculate lips as, ever so slowly, Risque begins to pull upon the whip's handle.

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love is never enough

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