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

it's tough to be a god


Posted on November 26, 2019 by MATTEO
East



It was Anastasia's voice that seemed to find him first in within that darkened space. The very blackness of shadow that surrounded them seeming to make that darkness feel all the more cold agianst his skin. How very tomb-like that church felt in that moment and yet, for now, the Frenchman so hardly allowed such thoughts to prevail within the depths of his mind as he strode forward, as boldly as ever, into that shadowy embrace and toward the voice of his beloved niece. Anastasia, as always, remained seemingly unconcerned by her aggressor. Though the very man whom prowled that darkness was the one whom had reduced her family to ruin with the pointed tip of that dagger of lies he wielded so well- she remained unfaltering. Alexander, it seemed, had taught her well. Those emotions, he knew, surely turned within her with a tumultuous, unrelenting force and yet her composure hardly faltered as she sought to draw her enemy from the darkness. Matteo, in turn, seeking the other man as he aimed to offer his own distraction. The Fae allowed his own accented voice to break that silence. Rasputin, he knew, would already be aware he was present. To afford the other man his exact location within that holy space sure to act as a distraction and afford Anastasia, in turn, time to enact her own plan. A woman she might be- yet she was hardly of the helpless breed. Alexander would never allow a child of his own making to face any situation unprepared. Anastasia, since her earliest days as a Hunter, had proven decidedly skilled in both swordplay and simple intuition. That very intuition having surely saved her from that man within her human years. How unfortunate the rest of her family had not seen fit to heed her warnings.

Rasputin, as he had anticipated, was unable to ignore his presence. That rasping voice erupting from within the gloom to inform him, rather pointedly, that that they were within a meeting of sorts, a reunion, and one he was so seemingly unwelcome to take part in. The Frenchmans hands reached silently upward to grasp the hilts of those dual swords at his back. The sliding hiss of unsheathing steel echoed through that dark space. A faint touch of light reflected briefly from those polished blades as he pressed closer to the pair still. A further distraction. One he knew Anastastia was more than capable of taking advantage off. His niece so hardly disappointing him. Rasputin's gaze had no sooner shifted toward the French Fae and his silent but swift approach then Anastasia took that opportunity to strike. The young woman armed, as Alexander had always insisted she be, with that favoured dagger. Her strike was swift and efficient, her hand a sweeping arc through the darkness to allow that blade to make contact with skin and send Rasputin reeling backwards with those cries of alarm as blood splattered the stone and marble of the church interior. How unfortunate it was to be forced to desecrate such a Holy place and yet, surely, such fault remained in the hands of Rasputin alone.

Anastasia moved towards him in the same moments that Matteo sought his niece in turn, his hand reached out to grasp her own, that sword briefly twisted downward and away to prevent its point finding Anastasia's skin and he pulled her towards and agianst himself with a gentle and yet firm assurance. The pair reunited in the gloom of the church, their adversary left to face them both as he sputtered his outrage. Alexander would kill him himself if he allowed any harm to come to his daughter. Those protective instincts soothed only by her presence beside him now. Matteo once more taking up that second sword until one blade remained positioned neatly in each hand.

"Ah, Mon Cherie, if you had been Catholic this would not have happened."

Now, surely, was hardly the time for such jests and yet it had so eternally been the Frenchmans manner. Much to Alexander's own utter annoyance. Matteo so seemingly capable of finding a glimmer of amusement in even the most hopeless of situations. Positivity, in some form, so never lacking for the ancient Fae. It was that sudden rising of power within theroom that so readily saw his attention return to the matter at hand. That very darkness itself seeming to summon to Rasputins command as that near glowing ball of blackened energy so appeared within the charlatans hands to be launched with furious disdain at Fae and Hunter both. It was Matteo's own gift to see that future that so surely prompted the man to move mere seconds before the release of that blast, his own form stepped neatly in front of Anastasia, those blades crossed over to form an X to act as both shield and weapon in turn agianst that blast. The ball of blackened energy struck those blades within their center as Matteo flung both both arms to the left, sending that energy ball ricocheting sideways and into the church wall. The foundations crumbling with the force. Rasputin so already preparing himself for a second strike as the Frenchman's head angled but briefly backward to the Huntress behind him.

"It would be unwise, Mon Cherie, to let one of them strike you. I can deflect them for you- but you need get close once more if you hope to strike again. Ready yourself. He is about to get very angry at me and increase that power."


c'est dur d'ĂȘtre un dieu.


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