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

You are my Redemption, You are my Salvation (Isolt)


Posted on July 17, 2016 by Damon Marcello
East


Coming back to Sacrosanct is like returning home from war. I know it's a hell of a lot better than where I've been but I'm still reluctant to face the realities I left behind. I didn't want to up and leave like I did but when I found out about The New Eden, I couldn't just let it be. She's too important.

I'll have a lot to explain to one very jaded redhead, I'm sure. That is, if she'll even listen to me. I wouldn't be surprised if she slammed the door in my face, told me to never see or talk to her again. I didn't even leave her a note or sent a telegraph that I'm okay. I knew she would want to know where I am and that she would come to me if she could. I convinced myself it would be better this way, that she wouldn't come after me if she didn't know where I was or what I was doing. If she knew it was for her own protection, no doubt she would rush headlong after me. Isolt has always been more worried about those around her than she ever will be for herself.

I don't even know where to begin. A part of me doesn't want her to know any of it but the other part of me, the part that would die a million deaths before I see her harmed, that cruel part wants me to be honest with her, to tell her why I rushed off in the dead of the night without a whisper of my departure.

As I drive past the Eastern district, I see the brightly shining lights of Red on the Water and my lips crinkle into a knowing smirk. I knew she would keep the place running. I had no doubts that it would only thrive under her capable hands. The coven, I've been less sure of, if only because I know she's a brilliant hostess but she's always less than willing when it comes to leadership roles. Will Elysium still be a sanctuary for our kind? I wouldn't mind building it back up again if not but if she had taken that too under her wing then I would be more than willing to step back and watch what she does with it. I'm sure it would only prosper.

The moment I hear a familiar laugh tinkling, my hand drops to the gear shift and the car screeches to a stop on the side of the road. So she's here, at the pub. Of course she would be. I take a moment to compose myself, my eyes already shifting, my hands even slightly shaking. All these nervous habits, like I was a young lad with blood running through my veins rather than a 200 year old demon with a heart as black as coal. At least it was before she got her slender porcelain fingers wrapped around it.

I stare at the steering wheel for the longest time, biding my time, running through all the doubts in my head. Should I go in or just leave now? She would never know and it wouldn't hurt her to see me again. She must think I've abandoned her, that she didn't mean anything to me when that couldn't be further from the truth. I fear I may crumble at the sight of her myself, that I won't be able to look her in the eye, let alone speak to her. The time I've spent away from her has not been in vain but yet it hasn't been easy either. My days and nights were spent with her lovely scarlet locks running through my mind, my eyes forever looking into those sky blue depths, forever lost and never wanting to be found. My hands ached to wrap around her slender waist, to feel the velvet softness of her pale skin beneath my fingertips. My ears have been straining to hear that laugh, that voice, sickly sweet and yet melodious in only a way as angels would be striving to mimic. They would fail miserably, I would predict.

And yet here I am, still staring at my steering wheel, my fingers running along the coarse leather as if it were the silk that only she possesses. I close my eyes, imagining the subtle uplift of her cheeks when she smiles, the sardonic arch of her brows when she smirks, the bluest blue of her eyes when she daydreams, and sultry curve of her red wine lips when she grins. All these things and more I adore about her and yet she's so far out of my reach. Finally I open my eyes, gracing the doors of Red on the Water with my piercing gaze. It's now or never.

With a heavy sigh, I step from the car and close the door, stepping toward the entrance with more confidence than I feel. I run my hands down my leather jacket, wiping them off like I actually sweat or something. Even before I push the door open, I am overwhelmed by the toxic scent that only she possesses. I sense her presence like a voice in my head, my eyes seeking her out before I've even stepped over the threshold. And there she is, the red rose in a desert of thickets and cactus bushes. The oasis in a wasteland, the perfect diamond in a pile of rocks and charcoal. My throat feels dry and I have the irresistible urge to wipe my hands on my coat again. My teeth press into my bottom lip, eyes darkening with desire as I take her in. She hasn't turned, hasn't seen me yet, and already I'm dying a thousand deaths.

I know that any moment the spell will be broken. She'll see me and all hell will break loose. Nothing can prepare me for the words that will fall from those cherry lips but even before I can breathe in her distinct smell one more time, even as my lips part and start to form the beloved whisper of her name, already she's turning and any second, our eyes will lock. Any moment now, my world will turn upside down and my goddess will show me her wrath. I only hope there's light at the end of this tunnel, for my world would return to nothing but darkness if she's not in it.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos

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