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

when i used to rule the world


Posted on June 14, 2019 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
East


Family and lineage had always been at the very epicenter of Alexander's life, the man near dedicating his years prior to his transformation into an immortal being in ensuring his legacy continued as he conquered what he had once believed to be all of Asia. Life, however, had changed drastically from the very age he was born in and, in turn, the Dark Hunter hardly abhorred the idea of Alexis birthing children quite as much as she seemed to. His own voice was so carefully pitched to be inquiring, prompting the young woman to expand upon her own thoughts of the family life she had purposefully run away from. The soft simper upon her fair features, however, spoke a far different tale from the disdain that she'd once shown. Her explanation that it was hardly children that she detested and rather the idea of them around her own father, however, prompted an immediate glimpse of understanding upon the Macedonian King's features, his own head bobbing ever so slightly in a small glimpse of acknowledgment. "That would have hardly been an ideal situation for you or your children." He agreed readily - though truly if their relationship ever progressed so far to result in children, he hardly would have let her father place even a hand upon his own proteges. Perhaps it was best, then, that the cold-hearted man had already met his demise at Alexis' own hand. She had, in a way, spared her father Alexander's own wrath and oh how he was capable of making any death she inflicted look like child's play.

He hardly considered, at that moment, that Alexis might have any inclination to hear of his own past encounters with love or the families he'd lost to time. Rather, it was almost a curious way in which she looked at him that captured Alexander's own attention. He'd seen that mystified glimpse to her features before - one that spoke of curiosity and inquisitiveness though she almost never voiced the thoughts upon her mind. It was almost as if she was afraid of having those conversations with the Dark Hunter. How easily he knew those considerations would be lost into oblivion if he did not pursue them and, if not for his determination to try tonight, he might have simply let them do just that. For now, however, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side as his blue-green irises lingered upon her. "What is it?" He prompted her, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he watched her with that intense speculation he was so well known for. Alexander was almost surprised, really, when the conversation shifted so suddenly towards horses and yet, he saw little reason not to regale her with the tale of his first encounter with his beloved Bucephalus. The steed had quickly become his favored and more trusted companions - every horse after hardly holding a candle to the ebony creature. That story of his childhood, however, surely deserved to be returned with one of her own and yet, the simple act of asking seemed to cause the girl to shut down almost entirely. That disappointment, it seemed, was unable to remain hidden from his chiseled features.

Nevertheless, Alexander hardly dwelled upon the aloof manner in which Alexis so kept herself distant from him. Instead, he merely commented with some rare hint of good-naturedness that he hoped tonight might prove to be yet another one of those worthwhile stories of her life. A small hint of a simper crossed his own features as Alexis assured him that it undoubtedly would be and yet, he was more than willing to let the conversation drift instead to dessert. He watched as her features twisted into a glimpse of glee at the very notion of those sweets and softly, Alexander could hardly help but chuckle at her hopefulness. "Of course." He commented, his blue-green eyes briefly turned away from her as he flagged down a waitress, inquiring after the dessert menu only to have the girl skurry back some moments later with menus in hand. It was only once that cardstock page was in front of him that Alexander's head tilted to the side, the man inquiring whether or not she still drew. After all, the girl had told him that it had been her only hobby in her younger years, though he'd never anticipated she might have a passion for art. Alexander watched as his girlfriend turned almost timid at the mention of her drawing, only to nod ever so slightly. "I'd like to see them, some time if you'd show me them." He commented with a small simper, the Dark Hunter nothing if not encouraging.

Alexander's gaze shifted down to the dessert menu, the King hardly anticipating that Alexis might still regale him with a story of her own. It was only the sound of her soft sigh that caused him to glance up at her as she muttered that she did have a few - though she wished he had been present for any of them. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly but he said little in the way of response, the Dark Hunter instead providing her with his full attention as she mentally prepared herself for that tale. It was the mention of a singular word, however, that saw the corner of his lips tilt downward ever so slightly in a frown. Frost. His very own mount. Though, perhaps she had some indication that the pair of men knew each other more than mere acquaintances. That dance, after all, certainly had given away...something.

He was silent as she spoke of that difficult position Frost had purposefully placed her within, clearly attempting to harden what might have once been a too timid woman. He knew well the screams of dying men and yet, he was of the staunch belief that such art of warfare was for men alone. The Dark Hunter watched as she shook her head, her eyes glassy with tears she so angrily refused to spill. "What you did...was a mercy compared to what he would have received from Frost. He will not put you in such a position ever again." Alexander responded with a certain firmness to his voice. There was, perhaps a hint of his own anger hidden within the depths of his otherwise smooth lyrics. Frost, after all, had hidden something from him - it was an omission that Alexander did not take lightly from his own mount. The Macedonian was hardly oblivious to those tears she wiped away and yet, it was her apology that caused his head to shake ever so slightly. His hand reached out to her, only to pause a mere inch from her flesh. The contact of his own touch one he never pushed upon the girl, not with the knowledge of the power he held and the one she too could counteract in turn - one she used often to keep her thoughts hidden from him. If she wished to keep her mind an intimate private place, Alexander had every intention to respect it, giving her that time to build up the mental fortitude of her own power before his fingers graced her skin. "Alexis, you never have to worry about that with me. It doesn't matter if it's 'normal' conversation. Neither of us are 'normal' people." He promised her with the small hint of simper, the man clearly trying to soothe her fears and ease those concerns. "Thank you, for telling me."


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