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

they say he likes a good time


Posted on March 19, 2020 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON-ARAGONA
East

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

The once quiet hallways of his Anacosta mansion had become an unexpectedly...lively, of late. Dorian's brother's arrival to his estate had brought with it a veritable parade of both vehicles and people alike. The entirety of their driveway was filled with exotic cars tucked neatly beneath meticulously concealing polyester. In his wake so too came the equally as unanticipated arrival of a girlfriend, followed by Dorian's father (albeit with the excuse that France had closed it's doors to any environment he found at all hospitable with the recent viral outbreak), and the far more frequent visits of Dorian's grand/godfather. Sebastian, of course, was hardly one to turn away family, particularly when he knew the importance of his husband finally having one of his own, one that truly cared for him. Still, they had become...taxing upon the Englishman, even if he would never utter such thoughts. He had noticed, after all, the looks his husband received at the mere sight of the marks left by the vampire's fangs and then there was the impeding of family time into those once intimate activities that Sebastian had so relished in. The Incubus was not terribly inclined to give up his vices. It was that desire for blood, for the feeling of flesh, for escapism from the oppressive air of his husband's family, that finally drew the vampire out of the plush comfort of his own home, even despite all the impending panic of a virus that weighed heavily upon his own mind.

The luxurious Eastern dance club had once been a frequent haunt for the Prince - before he wore the crown that adorned his head. Once, he was just another face in the crowd, another predator stalking the night like many of the men that danced just a bit too close or purchased a woman one too many drinks. Now, however, his face had become distinctly...recognizable, forcing the vampire to adapt in ways he hardly liked. His very presence was enough to prompt the night club to cater to his needs, the Englishman quickly ushered through a side door and towards the VIP lounge where he might enjoy a cold, hard drink in the relative privacy of those hastily closed curtains. The loud music overhead almost felt as if it reverberated in his very bones, a waitress was quick to bring him a glass of whiskey, the beverage nursed lackadaisically as contemplated just how he even intended to hunt when his usual tactics were...impossible. A soft breath left his lips, the Englishman only just able to note the passing of bodies between the crack in the lush ebony fabric that enveloped his designated booth. He was attentive to the slight rush of the drapes as someone walked particularly close, though the loud music drowned out his often overly sensitive hearing. Sebastian had little reason to expect the booth beside his own had suddenly become occupied - his own attention quickly deviating as the phone in his pocket vibrated. A small frown tugged at the corner of his lips as he pulled out the device, his navy irises scanning the email that had just come in from Italy's Health Department. The state of the country was absolutely abysmal, the lockdown that Sebastian had all but insisted to his husband was necessary only slowed the spread so much.

He hardly noticed the young woman that peered over the partition separating the two booths, his gaze steadfast upon the latest numbers of death and the shortage of supplies Italy so desperately needed. They would need to set up another makeshift hospital - though the funds for such a project was hardly the problem so much as the manpower. Sebastian's gaze lifted from his cellphone in contemplation, only to spot movement from the periphery of his gaze. His brows furrowed as he eyed the other booth for several moments, only to shake his head ever so slightly. Surely, it was nothing. Sebastian reached for his tumbler, the Englishman only afforded a sip before a hushed...half shout tore his attention from the amber liquor. Mister? Was he just called...mister? His brow arched as his gaze turned towards the blonde woman peeking just over the very booth he had just cautiously eyed. "Yes?" Sebastian inquired, the weight of his gaze entirely upon her as he noted those large irises that stared up at him. Fae. He was certain of it, that knowledge entirely innate, one he was able to place effortlessly if only for the vast time he spent with her species. She would taste...delicious. Not quite the vintage of his husband but...an acceptable substitute. He glanced in the direction she spoke of, her description of that stalking vampire altogether vague and yet, what was the 'scary' vampire's loss was surely Sebastian's gain. "Of course." He offered, providing her one of those simpers so frequently used for those royal pictures.

Sebastian scooted towards the edge of his booth, the vampire reaching out to brush aside the velveteen curtain. He glanced down the row of booths, his navy irises settling upon the bouncer that stood before the roped-off VIP section and the very redhead that was so clearly attempting to barter his way into the area of elites. Hm...so time was of the essence. Sebastian allowed the curtain to fall effortlessly back into place, his gaze shifted towards the female kneeling just over the partition. "Your vampire friend is attempting to convince the bouncer to let him in." He informed her, only for his head to tilt to the side ever so slightly in consideration. If she knew what he was, she didn't show it, though he suspected she'd be less inclined to linger with another vampire when she had only just escaped stalking from the first. It had, admittedly, been some time since the Englishman had utilized his own adept affinities. Perhaps this was as good of a time as any to give them some exercise, even just a bit. How effortlessly he was able to locate those sweet pheromones that surrounded the girl, the woman's signature entirely unique. He started small, just enough to prompt some sort of...comfortableness within her as Sebastian gestured to the seat across from him. "You're welcome to join me if you like, it might make him...ill inclined to bother you."

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