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

however far you feel from me, you are not alone


Posted on November 30, 2019 by isolt griffin
East

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


She is frozen. Adhered to the smooth cobblestone that lies beneath the rubber soles of her shoes by the oppressive and mounting heft of dread that presses itself unto her shoulders. She knows what she should do, what she must do, but even the voice of reason that recites the medical protocol from the not-too-distant recesses of her subconscious is drowned out, silenced entirely by the pervading internal cacophony of crackling static that serves to erase all else save. It is to Jason's merit that sets about the task of fetching her husband, for who might have guessed how long it would have been had she been left to do the errand herself.

Damon appears before her, Isolt hardly registering the curse that passes from his lips as she slowly rests her hands within his, the telltale impressions of her fingerprints left within the wood of the pillar at her side. A breathless gasp, of pain or of surprise cannot be rightly discerned, escapes the vampire queen as she is hoisted into her husband's arms only to be carried with quite impressive haste to the Mustang parked just outside the pub as if laying in wait for the execution of this precise scenario. Thankful is she for Damon's presence of mind as he dials Renee to relay their imminent arrival, for Isolt's own mind exists only as a miasma of nameless, formless chaos summoned forth by the agony of contractions that seem to be coming more frequently as the minutes slip past and a tangible panic for what surely lies ahead. It is a thick mental befuddlement that recedes (only a modicum, mind) as a realization dawns upon the redheaded woman with stunning lucidity. "HARLEY, I've got to call Harley... where's my phone?" Fingers trembling, Isolt runs her hands over the dampened denim of her jeans, probing each pocket in turn for the elusive device. "Shit, I think I left it at the office," she exclaims before nearly diving for Damon's cell, hardly bothering to request permission in her haste to alert her dearest companion.

Isolt squirms about within the leather embrace of the Mustang's seat in what was presumably an ill-fated attempt to ease the piercing pain of a particularly brutal contraction that coiled about her abdomen as some vile, predatory serpent. "Harley, it's me... thundercats are go!," she blurts into the receiver, feeling not even a trace of the awkwardness or embarrassment that would surely have otherwise accompanied the admittedly odd choice of phrase that she and Harley had decided upon months ago. "YES, I'M SERIOUS," she issues in a tone that, while not unkind, would surely convey without fault the validity and seriousness of the situation. A moment of silence passes over the auburn-haired woman within which she grapples for as much composure as she might be fated to regain. "We're headed to Northeast Medical... yes, that one... okay, bye."

It is a blessedly short venture that brings the pair to the sliding doors of the hospital, though by the time of their arrival Isolt could not have cared less how she was lead into the brightly-lit building, the young woman hardly registering the offered wheelchair or her husband's adamant refusal as he cradled her within his arms. Both relief and terror mingle within her as Isolt is finally lowered unto the thin white sheet of the hospital bed, Dr. Renee Sawyer waiting dutifully at her bedside. "Well, first things first," she answers calmly, looking from Damon to Isolt in turn, "we have to do a bit of a wardrobe change." As if on cue Isolt is approached by a youthful nurse toting the traditional paper-thin, lavender-colored hospital appropraited solely for mothers-to-be. Isolt makes short work of removing her garments (with some assistance from those present), newly uncaring of her almost complete nudity in the presence of a handful of relative strangers as a trio of nurses gathers to ready themselves behind Renee.

Placing her heels into the cool plastic stirrups, Isolt reclines her head, azure eyes fixing upon the dotted ceiling overhead before traveling to those of her husband, her fingers coiling readily about the hand he offers. "Oh, looks like you folks made it here just in time... you're crowning, Isolt. Are you ready to push?" Renee's words, her query, seem to take a moment too long to reach Isolt's ears, the vampire monarch simply staring into the eyes of her husband, brows pinched in a near-painful fashion. Finally, and in an octave not much higher than a whisper, does she respond. "Yes."

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