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

i will always be waiting


Posted on February 16, 2020 by isolt griffin
East

isolt griffin

I'm more alive than I've ever been


Isolt's eyes did not stray from those of her husband, her fingers clasped about his with such fierce desperation that it might have been believed that he was the only thing anchoring her to this moment, her knuckles squeezed so taut that they were merely peaks of the palest white. Renee's words of instruction and of encouragement, her urges to push in tandem with the coming contractions, simply fell away into the abyss that lay beyond the pair of vampires. Isolt knew this mantra well, she herself had recited it to many a laboring mother as though providing a soundtrack to the bloody panoply of childbirth... though it is only in these moments that she realizes how little they had listened to her, how absolutely pointless her encouragements had been.

It was all naught but white noise, a tremulous and hollow silence in the moments before a wretched, white-hot and stabbing pain tore through her swollen abdomen. The redheaded woman's eyes broke from those of her husband, pressed to a close as a strangled cry hissed through teeth set to their edges. Almost as if driven by its own bidding did her body clench, Isolt's heels pressing with surprising force into the cool, plastic cups of the stirrups as she obeyed Renee's demands to push. "Good, Isolt. I have her head, we just need to get her shoulders out. Just two more good pushes, okay?" Isolt offered neither nod nor noise as affirmation that she had heard Renee's bartering, instead responding with only the setting of her jaw, the hand not actively crushing Damon's wrapping about the hardened railing of the hospital bed. A railing that issued an alarming crackling moan as Isolt once again bore down, her fire-crowned head pressing firmly into the plush cushion of the lavender pillow at her back.

Never in her mortal life had Isolt experienced agony of such magnitude, her immortal body ill-equipped to contend with the demands of labor. Her legs trembled without restraint, rattling the smooth cups of the stirrups as yet another contraction constricted about her body as some razor-wired python, an anguished cry escaping from Isolt's lips as she bore down with what dwindling strength remained within her until Renee nearly shouted for her to stop. And then, all at once, did her muscles break from their tandem constrictions, the redheaded vampire seeming to wilt somewhat into the bare threads of the twisted lavender bedding.

For the handful of heavy moments to follow she could do no more than merely listen. She listened not for the hurried scampering of the nurses' rubber-soled feet, nor did she listen for Renee's mumbled instructions to the posse about her... she listened only to the hollow nothingness of the silence that, with each passing moment, grew ever more worrisome. But then, as if in response to the unspoken pleas of her mother, did a series of whimpering cries echo from the foot of the bed where a small crowd of doting nurses had gathered to offer their congratulations. A smile, pained yet undeniably elated, pulled at the brims of Isolt's lips- the telltale crimson suggestion of tears appearing at the brims of her cerulean eyes as she peered up at her husband. "Congratulations, daddy."

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