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

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Posted on May 21, 2019 by Matteo Devereux
East

Matteo

It's tough to be a god



It was the very mention of Sacrosanct own resident Crusnik that seemed to inspire within his niece that very love of the hunt. How readily he could see that intrigue within her, that curiosity, and too- that fire that so found her gaze in much the same manner it was content to alight Alexanders when presented with a challenge. In this, it would seem, Father and daughter were much same. Else the Hunter breed in its entirety was given to relish that challenge of seeking out the worlds more obscure creature to eliminate. Anastasia's further queries upon that creature so prompted from the Frenchmans lips that accented assurance that while the Crusnik surely remained within veritably easy reach that company he kept might yet prove problematic in the aftermath of his death. Dorian and Sebastian after all, his own son and son-in-law, had befriended the creature and his girlfriend in turn. For Dorian to be told his own Anastasia had sought about the removal of his companion would cause little but grief for them all. The Italian monarch prone to distinct dramatics when the opportunity should present itself. Sebastian perhaps equally so. Anastasia so underestimating the irritation of an equally irritable Italian Royal Family. Yet- in a manner so alike her own Immortal Father she was quick to declare that she answered to nothing and no one. Ah, but how true such words were! That fiery passion so alighting the simper upon his own lips once more as they finished that tea.

"That, Mon Cher, I know all to well. You Father suffers the same affliction."

There was little save for tease imbued within those very words. Alexander, after all, was equally inclined to answer to no one save his own judgement. Matteo affording such thoughts the faintest of chuckles before his suggestion of that church saw the pair rise to make their way out onto the streets. That late afternoon sun so afforded a weakened warmth that struggled to bite through the cooler air that surrounded them, Matteo so offering his niece his arm in that moment before tucking his hands into his coat pockets to spare them the cold. Yet, despite that cooler weather, those streets were pleasant. Calm. The world itself so seemingly at ease as if in the wake of a soothing sigh. It so hardly took long to reach that street they desired. The golden domes of the Church rising to meet the bright blue of the sky above. That very lack of cloud surely attesting to the cool air below. The pair were notably quiet and yet Matteo had long since known of those memories that tugged at his nieces mind. Her thoughts, in this moment, far from him and the world around her. Matteo seeing no need to pull her from that revirer of memory as he so silently continued to act as her guide and steer her toward that Church entrance to fulfil that tradition long since held of alighting those candles in her family name.

Their arrival at those church steps seemed to prompt a return to the present for the woman at his arm. Anastasia insisting she would be but a moment. Matteo affording her that simple nod of agreement before releasing her gently to the embrace of that church. The Frenchman so merely choosing to wait at the doors that afforded him view of both the dimly lit Church interior and the bright street outside. He was so hardly of that Russian Orthodox faith. Matteo long since having followed the teaching of Catholicism and yet he could not deny the beauty of that Church with its carvings and statues and roof of gilded gold. The Frenchman so eternally finding a peace of sorts in those religious places. No matter the religion. Alexander so eternally having failed to perceive his pleasure in them. Religion a singular and potent point upon where the two men had differed starkly. Each had been nothing but tolerant with the other. Alexander so finding his belief in Christ to be a ludicrous waste of time in near the same fashion Matteo was assured Alexanders belief that he himself was descended from a God no less was but the worship of a false idol and yet- Alexander had willfully accepted that role as Dorian's Godfather and attended that ceremony. Matteo in turn having assisted Alexander far more than once in those sacrifices and ceremonies to his own Gods. Tolerance and understanding so deeply ingrained within their friendship.

It is near sudden, like the strike of a bolt of lightning to his very mind. The force of that vision near blinding in its insistence to be seen. Matteo so rarely afflicted by such commanding futures. The man more than capable, in most instances, of seeing only what and whom he desired and yet such insistence, on occasion, so struck him with violent intent when that future so encased those close to him in both the physical and emotional sense. That vision demanding to be seen as it danced behind his red-tainted gaze. Matteo so hardly required to see that vision in its entirety before his feet so pivoted upon those concrete stairs to carry him into that church and in pursuit of his niece. His footsteps echoed in that empty space that seemed near ominous now. How well he knew that man whom lingered like darkness itself in that vision to cast shadow over Anastasia. The Frenchman near desperate to find her now before he did. That warning upon his lips and within his voice.

"Ana! We need to leave-."

His own accented lyrics echoed through that space in near the same moment the light from those candles evaporated into darkness. That distinctly un-holy cuss falling from his lips in his native French. How readily those dual swords so appeared at his back, summoned into existence by his affinites reach. Though they had lain dormant within his armory in Chambord for more years then he could count their was a certain....rightness to feeling their weight behind him once more. Matteo one of the last duel wielders of such blades so left upon this earth. The Frenchman made no move to draw either just yet as he so reached the base of that dias now plunged into darkness. Matteo halted only by Rasputin's sheer proximity to Anastasia then. Whether the man held a weapon he could hardly tell and yet, for now, he sought not to provoke the the man into action lest his niece suffer as his casualty. Matteo's narrowed silver gaze so readily finding Rasputin then. His eyes so hardly leaving the man despite those words so directing themselves to Anastasia alone.

"Ana, I think it is time we took our leave."



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