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

I'm just a believer that things will get better; ELAIN


Posted on September 14, 2018 by Malachi Bacher Carwyn
East




The boy with copper hair can barely see where he is going, but it isn't due to blindness, nor does he have his eyes shut, or any other vision impairment. It is because he is attempting to balance a large stack of books in front of his face that he is going to need for when college starts the next day.

He had started the day moving into his dorm room. While there were two beds, it ended up being a single, due to Malachi's roommate having to defer a semester at the last minute due to family issues. He had texted Malachi, apologizing profusely for 'abandoning him to the world of pre med,' as he had said, but family matters had come up. Of course, the boy with russet hair and understood, having grown up with plenty of his own family issues, and he told him not to worry and he would see him next semester. Malachi had thought perhaps that the university would have given him another roommate by now, but alas the room was empty upon arrival and the school told him that it would remain so. His mother and sisters had been there with him, because within Malachi's family, EVERYTHING was a family affair. They hardly ever separated from one another. Malachi was going to be the first one to leave home, for even his older sister had decided to go to community college and live at home to better assist with the youngest child in their family. So it was with a heavy heart that Malachi had looked at his wonderful, wholesome family with his depthless emerald eyes, wondering when he would see them next. The drive was far too long to return home, even for a long weekend, and his mother knew it would be difficult for him to take off of school and even if he would be willing, she would never ask her son to do so, knowing how important his schooling was so he could get into a good medical school and then obtain his dream career. So the boy with the rusty red hair held back the tears that threatened to stain his blazing green eyes, as he had hugged his family goodbye.

He hadn't wanted to let go, but in the end he knew he had to.
No matter the difficultly of it.

His first night in his dorm room had proved to give Malachi a rather sleepless night. He missed having his youngest sister so close to him, just on the other side of the room. He worried too how was she was sleeping with him no longer there. It had seemed from day one the girl had clung onto Malachi, something which he readily welcomed. And when she was sleeping through the night she would crawl out of her crib and into Malachi's room to snuggle with her green-eyed brother, so it only made sense to place her crib and eventually bed into his room to save the family the fear of her toppling out and hurting herself on her journey to his room every evening.

Emerald eyes open as his alarm clock on his phones bellows out, but with a quick press on the screen it silences the device as Malachi slowly begins to move about. It had felt like he had only just closed his eyes when suddenly he was awoken by that annoying sound. He missed the days of his mother and father gently rousing him awake with silly noises, until they all began their day in a fit of laughter. For a moment, Malachi feels the doubt of his decision to leave his home for school weigh over him, maybe he should have just stayed home and gone to the community college nearby. But he quickly brushes it away with determination. No, he came here because he knew he would get a good education to prepare him for medical school and eventually his job. He would just remain focused on his studies and maybe it would make the time go faster until he could go home for Thanksgiving. A frown crosses his face, but a quick side glance to the family photos on his desk is enough to brighten it slightly. He has only put two photos up so far, the very first thing he did, because he wanted to be able to see his whole family smiling at him whenever he wanted, so, as a result that is why two pictures are hung. One before the tragedy, and one after. The only way that he could envision his entire family as whole.

He rans a hand through his russet hair before swinging his legs over his lifted dorm bed and simply letting them hang for a while. He needed to get to the eastern side of town today so that he was able to buy his books before class. Sliding off his bed, Malachi grabs the paper on his desk containing the list of all the books he needed to get. Luckily, being on scholarship, most of the cost was covered, but his mother, his endlessly kind mother, would pay the difference. Having four children in the family did not leave much room for careless spending, but Malachi's parent's had been saving for his college fund since he was born, putting money from their paychecks every week, and Malachi had even allowed a fair amount of his allowance to go into the fund as well, the young man with russet hair having known from such an early age of his career path and never having strayed from it for even a moment.

Those multifaceted green eyes meet his hand as Malachi attempts to rub the sleep from them. He stretches before his feet find the floor with a soft plop and he begins to go about his routine to get ready for the day. Instead of a typical dorm bathroom, Malachi, being in the honors dorm, they had an en suite, which made matters of getting ready much simpler, and he could retain as much modesty as he could, no chance of running into a girl in just towel, on himself or her, at least he hoped he wouldn't happen upon such things. Emerald gaze rises as he watches his chestnut hair as he attempts to make it look neat, but despite his best efforts, it still remained messy, unable to lie flat, a task his mother had tried again and again in his childhood to accomplish. And a few times she managed to get that red rusted hair to flatten, but it would only become messy once again within the hour.

The copper haired boy then opens his rather tiny closet and finds grabs the first clothes he sees. A navy blue shirt with a block of white horizontal stripes that go across the middle and dark wash skinny jeans, accompanied by a nice pair of brown, leather shoes. An eager smile comes across his face as he looks in the mirror before heading out the door.

Which catches you up, dear reader, to Malachi balancing his pile of books as he attempts to make his way back to his car. Green eyes try to peer around his books, facing forward, eager to reach his vehicle and relieve his arms of the weight that was causing his muscles to flex beneath his shirt. So busy was he focusing on just continuing to move forward that emerald eyes missed the break in the sidewalk and those same green eyes widen in surprise as he suddenly feels his body falling. Russet hair stirs for a moment in the breeze as his arms release the books readying himself in an attempt to catch himself as the inevitable end approaches. And by inevitable end, I, of course mean the side walk. He lands in a clump of limbs and flying books, as he sits on the sidewalk, doing the only thing he could think of in that moment. An amused and good hearted chuckle rolls from his lips as he brushes himself off, a hole now in his jeans from having fallen and scraped it along the ground. Slowly he stands once more, as he begins to gather his book, still retaining that bright grin, never missing a beat.
Malachi Carwyn