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

Assistant Manager Calliel Alosi
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 Griffin

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

akin to stars in crystal skies


Posted on November 19, 2018 by anastasia romanova
East


Of all of the cities in all of the countries in the entirety of the world, this city surely held fast to the Duchess' favor in a way that the others simply could not. Surely it must be admitted that a great deal of her was biased due to the enduring ancestral ties that bound her to this eclectic and beguiling place; however, there was a peculiar allure in Saint Petersburg itself that had always curled a beckoning finger towards the former royal. Though the city had admittedly succombed to the evolutionary demands of an ever-changing modern era, it maintained a forthright footing in an architectural and cultural homage to a time long since passed. Saint Petersburg proffered its denizens and guests a glimpse back unto the Istinnaya Rossiya, the true Russia as Anastasia had known it, though it was doubtful there were many within the city whose avenue of memory bore the reach required to remember such a thing.

The man beside her, however, his memory spanned the breadth of centuries as Alexander's did. Surely he could appreciate the nodding of imperial-era Russia from beneath the gloss and veneer of this supposed "new age". This constituting one of a great many reasons that Anastasia took such pleasure in their excursions together when the pair of admittedly capricious immortals found themselves in the company of one another. The world called to both of them, sating their hunger just so that it might beckon them onwards forevermore; and so it was a marvelous pleasure when they might sate their hunger together.

She did little to hide the pinch of disdain as it creased her otherwise immaculate brow though hardly did she utter a word of rebuttal as she had done in the past. Every time that the pair had ever found themselves wandering the avenues of Saint Petersburg, for whatever reason, Matteo always adamantly insisted that they patronize this particular establishment. Perhaps at one time the quaint little tea house could have claimed some measure of charm, though now it could claim little more than a fine coating of dust on positively every surface. In fact, the sole reason that the fallen Duchess might even allow herself to be coerced into such a place was the indisputable fact that this dust-choked establishment could still, somehow, boast one of the best cups of kopoyre in the city.

And it is precisely this that she requests from the waitress who deposits them at the same far booth within which they had lounged countless times before this. "Indeed it does. I have been to more than a few memorable parties in Milan over the years," she concedes, wiping delicately at the brim of the china cup she retrieves from the tray set before them. If this establishment tended their dishes with as much care as they tended their furnishings, such efforts were not in vain. Pause is given, however, at the mention of a methaphorical relationship between herself and Dorian, the quirking of an immaculately-arched brow betraying her amusement at such a thought. "You know as well as I that Dorian would hardly find me agreeable as a partner. I am too much like my father... both of them." A soft chuckle rings in unison with Matteo's, Anastasia in no denial about the more acerbic parts of her personality. "Aiden and I have that in common," she muses, a darkly-alluring simper etching itself unto her features as her eyes meet those of her uncle. "I have spent my life in the company of some of history's greatest men... what use would I have for a common man?"

The young woman falls silent for a time, content simply to watch the elder man in his indulgence of the sweeter things, namely the tea cookies spread out before them. It is these singularly rare moments of calm within an otherwise vastly riotous existence that have earned the Fae such favor with her over the years... amongst other things, of course. And it is this quietude that she allows to linger for a long moment, sipping upon the warm tea within her hands before meeting her uncle's eyes. "Da, he has. And I don't think you should find much adversity with the others, truly... I am very persuasive, Matteo." She offers him a markedly impish wink then, though surely they might both possess the wisdom necessary to realize that she hardly jests; should Alexander's fellows find themselves inclined to trifle with the Fae... their only hope might be for the mercy of her father's ire instead of her own.

"He has found me... something: young, emotional, strong-willed. Sound familiar?" A half-hearted smile blossoms upon her lips only to rebound with as much haste, a moment of consideration passing over her before Anastasia dares speak the truth that she had been mulling over ever since Alexander had presented her with the young Calliel. "In all honesty, I suspect that he believes that fostering some sort of bond with this young Were might incline me to stay in Sacrosanct. He would never admit such a thing aloud, of course, but I daresay I'm capable of sorting out his motives. Perhaps he desires the same for you?"

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia

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