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
even hero's have the right to bleed
Posted on July 14, 2014 by Alekai
 He barely notices the change within the child, the amber gold of his gaze focused entirely on the far large man on top of him, attempting to shift and role and pin the creature beneath him long enough to give Caprice the chance to finish it off. The ear-splitting scream of the child registers somewhere within his mind and yet within the haze of battle he hardly bothers to consider it any further. Death was death. Man, woman or child- it hardly mattered. Caprice's once more mocking tones manage to permeate the haze of his concentration as she finally seems to reach for the sword he'd tossed towards her, ever ounce of his supernatural strength thrown into keeping the Werecat down. Were's after all, were by far the vilest of all the super-naturals and indeed some sadistic part of him relishes in the death of another. He was momentarily surprised that the woman had enough strength to behead the creature as she did, even despite the swords sharpness it took a decent amount of power to wield it in such a fashion- hardly an effort for himself, but a woman? He moves quickly to shift any surprise from his features, tossing the body aside with a grunt before he manages to climb to his feet once more, his once pristine self bathed in blood, cheat heaving with the effort of the last few minutes- though his form has already begun to heal and recover. Her passing comment earns yet another eye roll as he moves to light this body and that of the child, flames easily catching hold of clothing before he follows Caprice from the room. "Do you ever just shut up?" The words were little more then a muttered retort once more as he moved to grasp his bloodied sword, returning it now to the sheath upon his back, content to clean it later as he trailed after the woman. Evidently a 'thank you' or 'nice work' is far to difficult for him to say, Azrael content enough know to ignore her, one eye lifting ever so slightly in some meagre hint of curiosity as she seemed to simply stare into the fire. Maybe she was the guilty type. Maybe she was the way he had been, once, when he had still been new to this world. Killing was always easy enough, but recognising you'd taken a life? That had been harder. Evelyn had shown him the right way though, proved to him that the lives of vampires and Were's and witches didn't really count, they weren't lives, they had no real feelings or emotions. They were nothing but tortured souls seeking a release. It was a kindness he did them and as such that is what he had chosen to believe, chosen to fool himself, perhaps, into the words of his mentor. How he missed her. Every day and every night he missed her. "It only looked like a child. It was probably older then you or I in reality." He hardly knows why he bothers to offer such a thing, arms folded across his chest as he leans in the doorway, white gold hair tumbling back into his eyes as he regards her and she turns rapidly away from the fire and towards the sink, his own interest no longer upon her- at least, not until she begins to remove her clothing. He hardly likes the girl, she is brash and arrogant and despite what she seems to think she is entirely un-funny- or so he believes and yet he hardly hates her either, may have been willing to admit she was not an entirely appalling partner. As it is however, that Hunter side of himself is rather determined to take a back seat to that masculine side, the man entirely content to appreciate the view before him- if only for a moment. Maybe she isn't a very good hunter, yet she has rather the lovely body, his gaze momentarily appreciating every curve and swell. It's been awhile for him and as such he is perhaps inclined to allow his thoughts a moment of imagination- before he hurriedly returns to professionalism once more, averting his gaze quickly to the side. He had been born in another time and indeed some parts of himself, forgotten and lost as they may be, still hold the values of the world he had once existed in near 80 years ago. It was not appropriate to stare at a woman in that fashion and as such he simply, politely, averts his gaze. Evidently, somewhere within him, a gentleman may still exist. He looks up, briefly once more as a gasp leaves her lips, the girl pressing her shift to her wounded side and yet still the blood flows. For a moment he manages a frown, his own wounds rapidly healing- so why was she still bleeding? He brushes it off, beginning to contemplate what else he needed to get down for the night when her words drew his attention a final time, lip quirking upward into some hint of a simper. "Pretty boy? I don't think- what you- Shit!" It is with a flash of his affinity for speed that the blonde lunges for the rapidly falling woman, managing to catch her just before she collides entirely with the kitchen floor. What the hell was she playing at? Was she...unconscious? "Fucking brilliant." The crackling of the flames is only becoming more intense, the house surely only a few moments from catch fire itself as Azrael manages another sigh, gently readjusting the woman in his arms as he lifts her upwards, momentarily appreciating just how soft her skin was before he heads for the door, one booted foot slammed against the already rotting wood as he steps out and onto the street. Why was she still bleeding? Why wasn't she healing? Shit. Shit. Shit. At least he hadn't parked all that far from here. He grumbled slightly once more, adjusting the woman in his arms again, fishing the keys to the silver Vanquish from his pocket, hitting the unlock button before gently placing the girl inside. "Caprice?" Nothing. How did he get himself into these things? He was going to request a different fucking partner when this was over. Maybe he should just leave her here.....then again, maybe he does not loath her as entirely as much as he sees fit to pretend. At least it's a fast car, the man entirely sure he can at least fix her wounds before kicking her back out on the street. -continued at Residences- |