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.
City Creek Center
Dark Hunter Department
Red on the Water
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.
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.
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
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
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.
It's tough to be a god
It is a rare thing indeed to find one so gentle, so pure, so very untainted by the world itself as the little being whom lingered before him now. Perhaps it was by good nature of her youth that she remained so very bright even amongst the unfortunate darkness of her past, or perhaps it was simply within her nature. Maeve one of the rare few within the world whom were simply inclined to see the goodness in all around them- no matter how bad. Ah, but how much she reminded him of his own son in that moment! Dorian, by simple way of existing, so had that very same habit of believing in the goodness of others. Even after the world had so surely given him but every reason not too. Such a rare gift. One so fragile and easily broken. Such beings as these, perhaps, the most rare of them all. Even Matteo himself so unable to pronounce himself amongst their ranks. After all, he had known hate and knew it still even now for but a few select individuals upon the earth. His own goodness, perhaps, capable of reaching only certain levels when those as Maeve and Dorian seemed but boundless in such things. That sudden, soft touch of the young girls hand so prompted that warm simper to his lips once more, his ever-youthful features so meeting her own as she queried just why he had waited for her and whether or not it was their shared species that had prompted his appearance. Her hand lifted then to delicately touch her pointed ears, shaped so much like his own, that singular gesture holding within it that childish innocence once more. The Frenchman so considering his words further then before his head simply shook. Those gentle, accented tones offered toward her then.
"It is not because we are both Fae, Mon Cherie, though I am indeed pleased to see a Fae child. There are not many of us left any more. I was waiting for you because I have seen your future, at least, the one that exists upon your current path and if I can, I will help you reach that future one day. It is an important one, after all. You are destined for important things."
That warm simper so hardly faltered from upon his lips. Those gentle words offered with a nod of reassurance that he had made no mistake in that which he had seen and yet, as always, the near ancient-Fae so hardly afforded but any of those details of that which had danced behind his own eyes. After all, to afford someone knowledge of their future was so often the very catalyst for them to change it, so often unintentionally. Matteo, for now, content to let fate guide that child's path as needed and without his own interference just yet.
"It is rare too, for me to meet another whom holds gifts similar to my own. I was curious of you."
That simple, playful shrug of the mans shoulders so afforded him that near boyish look, that impish grin widening all the more before the young girl so spoke of her beloved Tobi once more. Ah, but it would seem Aiden's best friend had made quite the impression upon Maeve in turn! Perhaps it was not so surprising a thing to consider. Not so given that playful, outgoing nature of the boy. Tobias, seemingly, inclined to suppress those near violent tendencies and volatile nature around the 'kittens'. A fortunate thing and perhaps a positive thing in turn. Tobias surely inclined to benefit from learning that control. That near sudden inquiry as to his own secrets so prompted one silver eye to lift in curiosity. How much he enjoyed the boldness of children! After all, they were so rarely hampered by manner or social construct. Children inclined to speak as they saw fit and understood within that very moment. Those open, honest questions so surely demanding answers of equal value. Matteo inclined to nod.
"Yes, a great deal of them. Sometimes I find it difficult to remember them all. Other times I find trying to keep them altogether is like, how you say, herding cats?"
That chuckle so easily fell from his lips then, those words nothing short of teasing as he regarded his young companion once more. Her fears for mastering her powers only after having reached two thousand years of age prompting another soft shake of his head. That gentle simper finding him once more.
"No, Mon Cher, you will not take quite so long I do not think. We do not ever cease to learn and your powers will continue to grow and change with you but you will be able to use them efficiently before you are two thousand, I promise. I was not so good a child as you. I was very ...lazy."
That final word was near whispered as if such a thing might be a secret shared between them alone. Maeve so seeming to relax with that very assurance that she would not need to achieve such age before those powers felt less like a weapon to be wary off and more like a part of herself as they would surely grow to be. That mention of his own children so seemed to brighten her features once more. That look upon Matteo's own near impish yet again. That knowing simper tugging at his lips.
"I do have children. Two sons. They are a little older than you though. One is around six hundred or so, the other is in his thirties. You would like them both I think, though they are very different from one another. One looks very like me, the other acts more like me then I care to admit. Both are very good people."
That she had already met one of his sons so remained to be seen. Matteo making no mention of it now. After all, it was but surely one of those very secrets he kept. His reasons for such things equally as concealed for now. The Frenchman instead shifting that conversation to those very places he might be found if Maeve was inclined to have need of him. His young companion so inclined in turn, it would appear, to have need of cupcakes.
"Ah, but i can most surely do this, oui. Next time I shall make them. The ones I make are better than that we have shared today I am sure."
Maeve so surely deserved to taste a true French dessert but once within her life. To not do so was surely a crime! That conversation shifted but a final time then to that notion of visions once more. Maeve, in her veritable youth and inexperience so seeming to consider the enormity of her own gifts with a wisdom beyond her years. The child so at last insisting that, for now, she would keep those visions hidden until she felt ready to see them. Matteo so affording that young wisdom a ready nod off his head in clear agreement before that offer to walk her home saw the child brighten again. Matteo moved to push gently back from that table then, the French Fae so waiting for Maeve to do the same before his hand was simply held out to her. The elder Fae taking hers gently in his own before leading that way to the door and out onto the street, his own steps easily shortened to keep pace beside her own as that pleasant, happy chatter seemed to find her once more. Matteo so inclined to find himself but oddly...content in that childish company this afternoon.
"I am sure, Mon Amie, that I can find time to see your debut as Snow White. Perhaps you might tell me more of it as we walk no?"
It was a simple thing, after all, to fill that afternoon with the eager talk of the child, the warmth of the sun and the simple, easy walk home.