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 not a lucky man


Posted on March 04, 2019 by Troy Marks
East

He was stuck in a state of shock, watching her head slowly turn when she heard her name. He face came into view and then she said his name, standing as if she wanted to come to him and yet she didn't move once she was out of her chair. It must have been something on his face that stopped her. He searched her face, as if trying to make sure it really was her. Could he be seeing things? Surely that human lady in the book store didn't slip him something without him knowing or spray something in the air that would make him halucinate, right? Yet he couldn't believe what he was seeing right now. Could she have really returned? It wasn't like he'd been out searching for her any time recently but he still felt his chest twist with an ache that he'd thought was over with years ago.

Sam had been one of the first fae's he'd come into contact with in Sacrosanct, save for Dorian. He'd connected with her that first night on the beach and their friendship had only blossomed further the more time they spent together. When she lost her Were boyfriend, he'd been her shoulder to cry on and then the one trying to cheer her up and get her out of the house, anything to life her spirits just so he could see her smile again. When he'd found the house empty, it had felt like she'd taken a part of him with her. He'd only recently taken her offer of joining her Court, even though he'd sworn them off. Something about her had drawn him in and made him change his mind, only to feel abandoned in the end. He didn't hate her for it or anything. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. The pain had left him a husk for a while and only his friendship with Dorian had helped stem the tide.

He couldn't help but wonder if she'd thought about him at all when she was gone. Was she still too torn up in her grief to really think about the people she was leaving behind or did she hate herself more than anyone else ever could for what she'd done and that was why she'd hesitated in seeking him out? He wondered if Dorian knew she was back, if they'd spoken yet. He wouldn't push or pry but the silent questions were there in his eyes anyway. Where was she? Why didn't she come back? Why didn't she at least call and let him know she was safe? He'd have driven to her in a heartbeat, hung out with her wherever she wanted to go. He was a goner for her even then when he'd held her to his chest and let her cry her eyes out over another man. But she'd left without saying good bye and never made a try to contact him or Dorian or anyone to let them know whether she was even alive or dead.

He'd finally moved on and found his other half in Amelia, but he would never get back the piece that Sam stole. She looked genuinely happy to see him, the smile too quick to her lips, too natural looking to be anything but genuine. She told him it was nice to see him and he could only think to whisper back. "Is it?" His voice came out hoarse, his eyes showing the hurt that he'd been holding back all these years because he'd only felt fear that something had happened to her. A part of him even now didn't want to hurt her and he knew she'd only blame herself. She probably already was even before he said anything. Finally he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, messing up his spikes as he looked back up at her. "I didn't know whether you were alive or dead." His voice came out soft and sad, not angry or even like he was accusing her, just stating facts.


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