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

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Posted on November 17, 2018 by audette rousseau
East

audette rousseau


Home - she never thought she would miss that shabby brick building quite as much as she did now, settled on the cement ground of some forsaken alleyway with the blood of a vampire coating her porcelain flesh and his murder kneeling before her. Those tears slid down her cheeks as she so desperately attempted to regain some control of her emotions, her chest rising and falling with each audible, shaky exhale. His frigid amethyst gaze set the petite woman on edge, the anxiety that fluttered within her breast only furthered the intensity of the luminosity that so harmlessly surrounded her. She watched as he rose so abruptly with the assurance on his lips that, tonight, she would live to see the glorious rise of the sun. The calloused hand he offered her prompted a sort of weariness within the woman and yet, she was certainly not within a position to deny him. Slowly, her slender hand reached out, her touch soft and gentle and such a stark contrast from the man in front of her. His assertion that she needed to diminish that ethereal glow that so embraced her, however, was far harder to perform then it was to merely suggest.

It took considerable concentration from the French fae to diminish the brightness that swathed her lithe frame. His own darkness was all too eager to drown her in the depths of night and yet she hardly feared the darkness. Instead, she merely eyed those probing shadows with the same hint of curiosity that they so regarded her. "...it....it's you, isn't it?" She inquired softly, the girl easily piecing together those shadows that so tentatively touched her figure to the ones that had so aggressively bound her before. Her mahogany irises were steadfast upon the man's gift, the girl inattentive to the shaky breath he took or the way his own intense orchid gaze lingered upon her pale skin and ashen locks. That inquiry of where she lived, however, drew Audette's gaze upwards in an almost meek fashion. Such nervousness was entirely atypical of the young woman, performance upon the stage with a plethora of eyes upon her often gave her an easy sort of assurance within herself - usually. To admit that she hardly knew even the basics of where she lived, however, was inexperience that even Audette was shameful of. Still - if this...hunter in front of her was willing to spare her life, then perhaps he too was willing to be helpful.

The ballerina watched as his features shifted into a hard line, that guilty look upon her sweetheart lips was near undeniable. Once upon a time, she had thought getting to know the area surrounding her new home would be fun. She'd thought she'd wander the streets that encompassed her new flat until she knew them all with the same familiarity as those rolling French hillsides and whitewashed chateaus. Oh, how naive she had been! That sigh upon his lips and rustling of his dark, near ebony locks prompted the girl to quickly make some effort to explain her own unfamiliarity with both that street they stood off of and her own path home. After all, this was her first time truly venturing away from the flat she had only just occupied within the last few days. Thankfully, her efforts to depict what details she knew of her home address seemed enough to prompt some level of recognition within the man as he assured her he knew the area well. It was, admittedly, not a surprise to the woman, even though she hardly felt the need to ask why. Was it not the way of the Hunter to know the leigh of his land?

Her teeth grazed her bottom lip in some almost uncertain gesture, the young woman unaware of the fashion such a habitual action seemed to garner his attention. It was, rather, the utterance of his promise to get them both there safely that prompted an almost weak simper from the woman. After all, though her hunter companion was willing to be cooperative now, Audette had certainly not forgotten the man's once eagerness to see to her demise. Though she appeared nothing shy of utterly trusting, there was some level of cautiousness within her. Even so, her head tilted to the side ever so slightly at his baritone voice, the woman almost confused about the inquiry presented to her. Perhaps her English was not as good as she had thought? "Keep....up?" Audette inquired, eying the man almost critically. "I outran you." The young woman pointed out several moments later, her own voice, despite the facts uttered on her lips, was surprisingly gentle, as if she was merely reminding a child of an irrevocable truth. Audette, however, had not anticipated that her Dark-Hunter companion had gotten here on a vehicle. After all, it had felt as if he had chased her for an eternity! The adrenaline that had once so run rampant through her frame had, apparently, made that distance seem far greater than it truly had been.

"Oh...okay." Audette responded after a moment, with a vague hint of uncertainty. She had never actually been on a motorcycle. The ballerina had heard in detail the accidents that could be had upon such a vehicle, her own fear for her own safety often caused the girl to deviate from such 'risk-taking' behavior. She reached down for her duffle bag, the bag single-handedly holding her most important possession - those ballet shoes. The fae tossed her bag back over her shoulder only to pause at the Hunter's comment of a promise she must make. "Yes, what is it?" She inquired, her soprano voice almost light and airy - a very contradiction to the baritone tenor of the man before her. How curious was it that the fellow she had only just met now demanded a commitment of some kind from her! Briefly, she couldn't help but to wonder just what such a thing might be.

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