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

the magic of veiled thoughts that might be drowned by the outer light


Posted on May 09, 2020 by anastasia romanova
East


Anastasia had seen this particular clergyman before on a number of occasions for he had been a fixture of the church ever since its consecration nearly two decades prior. He had been an elderly gentleman even then and time had indeed drawn upon him in the way that it was so wont to do to those of the mortal coil, but not even the ravaging of time's cruel hand could have dimmed the light that seemed to emanate from his impossibly blue eyes just as it had done all those years ago. They seemed to glimmer all the more in the conflagration of his ire for their destruction of something so remarkably sacrosanct. An apology blossoms upon the cherried pout of her lips, though as quickly does it wither and die upon the curl of her tongue with the urgent biddings of her uncle. The subsequent look of befuddlement upon the clergyman's face might have ushered some amusement from the otherwise stoic Duchess given markedly different circumstances, for had she not bore the same puzzled expression upon first hearing her native language bent by her uncle's foreign tongue? Privately, Anastasia was certain that the Fae found the Russian influence in her French to be every bit as amusing.

But there was hardly time for all of that and, despite the rebuke that surely burned acidic upon the priest's stilled tongue, he seemed amiable to obeying the whims of this mysterious stranger for the moment at hand. His exclamation of surprise and, she suspected, terror was all but wholly consumed by the column of flame that erupted about him. As impressive a display as this undoubtedly was, Anastasia's eyes do not linger upon the pillar of dancing flame- instead do they span the cathedral that is now entirely accessible to her by merit of her dearest uncle's gift. Rasputin's roar of abject ire reverberates about the expanse of the church with such awesome power that Anastasia would later swear that she could hear the very stones trembling within their mortar cradle. The Duchess is unperturbed though, for this was not just the cry of an angered man, but so too was it the cry of a desperate man. Rasputin's confidence had always been a precarious thing, set atremble by the defiance of others whensoever he had been unfortunate enough to experience it. Perhaps that is why the proverbial crosshairs of his rage had always been centered upon her.

In the retreating surge of his darkness do her eyes find him, her gaze unyielding and ironclad, unmoving even as Matteo's urgings rise from the ether at her back. A single hand reaches behind her, slender fingers outstretched in an invitation to the hilt of the sword that she knows shall find it. The ancient weapon seems to vibrate within her hand, moving with such practiced ease that it may well have become an external annex to her very will. It spins within her grasp, Rasputin hardly afforded the precious moment it may have taken for him to register its proximity as he careens towards his centuries-old adversary.

The mangled charlatan pauses as he reaches her, his remaining eye swiveling in its socket to lock upon the glistening sage of her own steadfast gaze. A single calloused hand, its talon-like nails yellowed and unkept, frames the hard line of Anastasia's jaw in a manner that might have otherwise appeared to be one of love and adoration had one been ignorant of the pair's tumultuous history. His eye falls to the sword upon which he has impaled himself, a thick sludge of impossibly dark blood slowly overtaking the immaculate sheen of the blade clasped within Anastasia's hand, before returning to hers once again. "Moya Anya." The utterance is naught more than a strangled whisper, a thin rivulet of blood tracing a curving path from his cracked lips. Whatever more he might have meant to say falls away into the realm of the unheard, Anastasia retching the hilt of the sword to twist within the innards of her greatest nemesis. "Vozvrashchaysya v ad, Rasputin," she commands, her words almost a snarl that brings her teeth to their edges. A single gasp escapes him then, fissures etching themselves across the creased expanse of his unearthly gray skin. And then, all at once, does he evaporate in a plume of billowing smoke and ash.

It is a long moment before Anastasia dares to move and even when she does she does not turn towards the elder clergyman or her beloved uncle, his enchanted sword still firmly within her grasp- merely does she heave a sigh that could have only ever been one of the purest, most unsullied relief.

Anastasia Romanova

Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia

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